Odd One Out Pt. 01

"I'm looking at... something," thought Nicole, "Wh-What am I looking at?"

She struggled to form a coherent thought as she stood... somewhere... looking at... something? A few seconds ago, reality seemed to break around her and she was dedicating every ounce of her brain's processing power to fix it.

"What was I doing?" she continued, hoping context would shed light on what form of mental flashbang had gone off in her head.

"I was at home and had just left my room to do... something... and heard a sound coming from Oliver's room. I didn't think he was home so I peeked to see if... Anne... was... snooping... Oh my god."

Finally, her brain caught up with her eyes and she could understand what she was looking at. Her older brother, Oliver, driving his massive cock into their mutual sister, Anne. Nicole's twin sister was face down, ass up and biting hard into a pillow as her brother held a death grip on her hips, plowing deep inside with every rapid thrust. It was only the slight creaking of the bed that had alerted Nicole to any activity in her brother's room. A miracle, considering the intensity of the fucking before her.

"They must have a lot of practice if they're capable of doing it this quietly," the pure logic part of her brain said, everything else still in the process of a hard reboot.

Nicole admired her sibling's bodies. Being an ex-football player and a cheerleader respectively, it was unsurprising they were both fit. Olivers bulk contrasted wonderfully with Anne's slim body. The exception, of course, being Anne's huge, gravity-defying breasts that were bouncing back and forth beneath her chest. They were always a point of envy for Nicole, among most everything else about her sister.

Despite being twins, the sisters could barely pass for cousins. Anne was almost a full head taller than Nicole, and most of that height came from her long, smooth legs she constantly showed off with miniskirts and short shorts.

Anne's hand reached between those legs and began furiously rubbing her clit. She released a low groan, barely perceptible from the pillow muffling her voice. Her brother reached below to grab a handful of her soft tits, her other hand moving to cover his as he pawed at her.

"Well, at least it looks consensual," thought Nicole's logical side, barely perceptible through a torrent of mental screaming.

From the brief glimpses of it anytime it withdrew from her sister's pussy, Nicole saw Oliver's cock was lacking a condom. She guessed the full length was around 8 or 9 inches, which, based on the porn she liked to watch, was probably about average for guys. Every inch of which was furiously fucking in and out of Anne.

"S-Slow it down a- AH... a bit," Anne said quietly, not knowing the only other person in the house was staring right at her, "I'm almost... Hrrrmm."

Anne tensed up, a shiver running through her body as she came. Nicole heard a muffled yell as Anne buried her face into her brother's pillow. Oliver kept going at a steady pace, his hands holding her hips tight. As Anne's orgasm subsided, Oliver picked up the pace again, eager to reach his own climax.

"AAAAH, God," Oliver groaned, pounding into her slowly and harder as he came deep inside.

He withdrew from his sister's messy pussy, globs of cum following his cock out. It took Oliver a moment to notice the various fluids leaking onto his bed.

"SHIT, quick get up! You're ruining my sheets!" Oliver said urgently.

"Pfft, they're not my sheets. Sucks to suck dude," Anne replied flippantly, hopping off the bed and leaving more white streaks on his blanket, "Maybe if you washed them more often, I'd actually care if I got them dirty."

Nicole was stunned. Despite her brother cumming inside her mere seconds earlier, Anne's tone was just as friendly and casual as she always was with their brother. Bickering and all. Anne and Oliver traded slight barbs as Anne sauntered over to a tissue box to clean her soaked groin and legs.

"Not everyone's prissy enough to waste time and water to wash sheets that're still clean," Oliver retorted.

"They look pretty messy to me," Anne gestured at the white stains on the dark blanket.

"Because you didn't get off in time!"

"Oh I got off exactly when I needed to," Anne chuckled, "Besides, if you want to talk about being prissy, you're the one who refuses to wear a condom."

"You know exactly why-"

"Waaaah, my dick gets itchy if I put on the one thing that would stop my whining," mocked Anne, Oliver smiling and chucking a pillow at her in response.

"Does Oliver have a latex allergy?" Nicole wondered, thinking of all the things she had learned about her siblings in the last few minutes, that fact mattered the least.

Anne walked back to the bed, her ass swaying like a model, and planted a firm kiss on her brother's lips. Their mouths opened and it became a full on make out session with their hands exploring each other. Nicole could see Anne's tongue flicker in and out of his mouth. Oliver reluctantly pushed his sister away, though getting a good handful of breast as he did so.

"C'mon we have shit to do today," Oliver said, "I have a test to study for, you have that report you haven't started on. Plus I need to clean my damn sheets because someone can't keep her legs shut."

They both laughed as Anne turned around to gather her discarded clothes.

"Alright, alright," Anne conceded, still eyeing her brother's deflated cock as she pulled up her panties, "Mom and dad won't be home for a few more hours so call me if you need a break."

"They're treating this so... casually," Nicole thought, "They may as well be watching TV togeth- OH CRAP!"

Suddenly, Nicole had a crashing realization. Anne was facing the door as she pulled her shirt down and would see Nicole the second the shirt wasn't over her eyes! Nicole shot to the right of the door as fast as she could. When she heard footsteps headed towards her peeping spot, she decided she had seen enough for that day.

"Did you leave the fucking door open!?" she heard Oliver yell from his bed.

Nicole did a pathetic attempt at running and tiptoeing that looked like she was stepping over tripwires while under fire, avoiding the creaky parts of the floor she had memorized, and was successfully able to make it back to her room quietly. Hopefully, Anne hadn't looked down the hall during her daring escape. She carefully closed her door and released her breath. She hadn't even noticed how long since she had last breathed until she started wheezing for air against the cold wood.

With her breath caught, she fell back onto her bed. She stared up at her plain white ceiling and assessed the situation. She had just caught her older brother and twin sister having what seemed to be full on, hardcore sex with a casualness that told her this was nowhere near the first time. Her perfect, highly social, overachieving siblings who overshadowed Nicole at every turn were raw dogging in her brother's bed not a minute earlier.

"Does this mean I'm not the weird one?" she thought before bitterly remembering that she was still losing that game a thousand points to one.

Perfect was just barely an exaggeration when describing her siblings. Her brother, Oliver, was one of the top players on their high school's football team back when he still attended. The only reason the 19-year-old wasn't playing at one of the many universities that offered him sports scholarships was the local college he wanted to attend didn't have a team to play for. What it did have, however, was a rather highly regarded law program. Their dad had told him if he passed the Bar Exam, Oliver would have a position waiting for him at his firm. Oliver wasn't dumb enough to pass up a cushy nepo job. Even if he decided not to work for their dad, he'd still have a law degree to fall back on.

From what Nicole could tell, he was currently blowing through general studies and enjoying college life, which their parents wholeheartedly approved.

Life just constantly worked out for her brother. He was never short on opportunities. That included dating. In high school, he was a revolving door for girlfriends. For every girl that left, ten more were vying to take her place with the handsome star. To that day, half of the rare conversations Nicole had at school were trying to get a foot in the door with one of her siblings.

Anne was the other side of the same coin. Co-Captain of the cheerleaders and future valedictorian, Anne was the basically royalty at their high school. Kind, smart and drop dead gorgeous, she likely could have graduated day one of freshman year if she asked the principal nicely enough. She too considered going into law, but also was contemplated medicine and something called investment banking as backup options.

Nicole didn't know what that last one was and figured it was a good sign it wouldn't be a good career path for her, leaving her with an even zero options as usual.

For now, Anne's priority was her social life, not that it ever interfered with her academic accomplishments. Minor rumors of her being a bit promiscuous were dashed against the rocks as soon as they appeared by her adoring fans. By the time she hit senior year, most of the school considered her a friend and she had dated a large chuck of the football team, one obvious exception being Oliver.

"Until now..."

And then there was Nicole herself. She was someone who no one could deny also technically existed in the general vicinity of her siblings.

Indifference.

If anyone bothered to think about Nicole, that was the general feeling they would usually settle on. She did ok in school with semi-regular As and Bs, but never consistently enough to consider AP classes and certainly not enough to bother applying for scholarship on academic merits. Her life plan after high school at that point was don't think about it and try not to panic.

Socially, she was best known as "Anne and Oliver's sister", if anyone knew her at all. She was firmly in the background of life, and that's exactly where she wanted to be. The background meant she had no expectations to meet, no drama and no obligations. The few social interactions she experienced exhausted her to the point that most of her free time was spent hunkered down in her room, playing games on her PC and browsing the internet just as anonymously as she went through the rest of her life.

Every once in a while, she considered putting a bit more effort into her appearance, but Nicole had long since trained herself to dismiss that notion. She knew what looking good looked like. The embodiment of looking good slept just down the hall from her every night and she knew she could never measure up to that. Where her sister was toned, she was skinny. Where she was buxom, Nicole was lacking. Her dark baggy clothes, perpetual bedhead of thick curly hair, and childish freckles' covered by a thick pair of glasses, Nicole knew she could never hold a candle to Anne.

So why bother trying.

She was happy to be the mousy nobody in the corner you forget the second your eyes move away. It kept anyone from noticing the many flaws in herself she was hyper-aware of. Besides, being alone afforded her an independence many people didn't have. She didn't have cheer practice or law school studies to distract her from the all the nothing she had going on. And she certainly didn't have a brother railing her two doors down from their parents.

"Of all people... They're perfect! They're the last people I would've suspected of going full Hapsburg...," she thought before remembering their lack of condom, "Oh God, I hope they aren't going full Hapsburg. I'd be a terrible aunt."

"Regardless... Why would they do it in the house? Do they even know I'm home?"

"..."

"Stupid question. Where else would I be? They probably just forgot I existed. Which is..."

She sighed.

"... totally fair."

She attempted to rationalize it. Incest or not, they were both objectively attractive. Why wouldn't they be attracted to each other? If Oliver had to pick a sister to screw, he certainly picked the correct one. Hell, the thought had gone through Nicole's head a few times in her life, however fleeting. In the warmer months, Nicole would constantly catch herself staring at her siblings as they lounged around the family pool. Seeing Anne fill out her barely-there bikini always gave Nicole the urge to pull just one little string...

"Ok, lets drown that fantasy forever. They're the ones into incest, not me. I'm... relatively normal..." she thought before adding, "In this specific scenario."

"Hmm..."

"Could I... use this? Maybe as blackmail or something?"

She buried that notion immediately. A thousand reasons that would be a terrible idea flew through her mind. Among them; they had nothing she wanted, it would cause nothing but drama, they hadn't done anything to her, and most importantly, it would be really mean for no reason. For their general lack of interest in Nicole, they were never cruel to her. They were even kind enough to occasionally talk to her or invite her on various outings. Purely out of familial obligation of course, but it was still appreciated.

Regardless, Nicole would never do anything she considered rude without strong justification and the guarantee of zero consequences. If someone slighted her, she knew it would always be easier to simply apologize and avoid conflict than draw it out for the sake of pride. She always strived to have as little negative impact on the world as possible. Or any impact at all really.

"So... where does that leave me? Do I just do nothing with this?"

That seemed to be her best option. Ultimately, it was none of her business. With it all being consensual and her not wanting stir up drama, her best move would be to ignore the fact that her all-star, touched by God, could-do-no-wrong brother and sister were having casual sex underneath the nose of their family.

"Just... ignore it..."

She listened to Anne turn on the shower, no doubt washing her brothers cum down the drain.

"Just... gotta... ignore it..."

*******

"Nicole! Dinner!" called Nicole's mom, jarring her out of her daze.

She looked at her alarm clock and was shocked to find that more than seven hours had passed since the incident that morning. She tried to remember if she had taken a stress induced power nap for a portion of that lost time but she genuinely couldn't tell.

"I... don't think I'm handling this very well," she said to herself.

She took a deep breath and skulked out of her room, dreading the daily family time. Dinner for Nicole was nothing but a reminder at how great the rest of the family was doing compared to her. A daily ritual she endured solely because food is unfortunately necessary for humans to survive.

Her family was rushing between the kitchen and the dining room as they collected from the borderline buffet her parents made nightly. Nicole didn't bother to take note of what they were serving. Food hadn't had much taste to her in a while, so what she ate had stopped mattering as well.

That was obviously not true for the rest of her family who piled their plates full of food. That was unsurprising considering athletics was a top priority for everyone but her. She had no idea how her lawyer father and high-ranking administrator mother still found the time to look as good as they did and still be wonderful parents to Anne and Oliver, but they still managed it with smiles on their faces.

The family discussion was shockingly mundane compared to Nicole's new perception of her siblings. Anne was talking about the upcoming cheer competition her team would no doubt win. Oliver spoke about how he was breezing through college as effortlessly as he did high school. Meanwhile, their parents gossiped about workplace drama they were too far above to be a part of.

Naturally, they showed far more humility in the way they said it, but Nicole knew what they meant.

"Oh, Nicole!" her mother said as if just remembering she had given birth a third time, "How about you? Anything going on?"

"Uh, n-no not really," Nicole replied quickly, looking away.

"Ok then," her mom said simply before shifting topics to the car trouble she had been having.

Her mother's tone of voice didn't have a hint of judgement in it. Nicole had known for a while that didn't mean anything good. She knew she simply wasn't worth judging, positive or negative. If you already have two perfect kids, why waste effort worrying about the unremarkable dud who wasn't even interesting enough to be a disappointment?

Nicole ate in silence, half-listening to her family go on about their lives. She looked at her siblings and couldn't find even the barest hint of their activities earlier that day. No awkwardness, no innuendoes only they would get, not even a glance at each other that went on for just a bit too long. They were the normal, upbeat demi-gods they always were.

With the rumbling in her stomach sated, she picked up her still half-full plate and moved to clean up. After doing her dishes, she mumbled her thanks and retreated to her room. As usual, despite an incredibly lazy day, she was dead tired by the time her head hit her pillow.

"I'll do my homework in the morning before school," she lied to herself as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

*******

"Jeez, those skirts are short," Nicole thought, looking into her school's gym.

Nicole had just passed by the gym on her way to her locker first thing in the morning and noticed the cheerleaders doing their morning practice. Among them was her sister, barking orders and encouragement to the other girls. Her tight abs glistened with sweat from the early morning workout.

She had always appreciated her school's cheer uniform. The green and black crop top and skirt really accentuated the team's assets. Especially Anne's, Nicole noted, looking at how tight the fabric was against her large chest. The entire team looked amazing as they ran through their routines.

Nicole wished she could pull off their outfits, in regards to both appearance and confidence. With how scrawny and uncoordinated she was, putting her in a cheerleader's uniform would still be just as entertaining to watch, just at her expense. She was happy to stick to her usual Autumn outfit of baggy jeans, unbranded t-shirt and an oversized hoodie Oliver had unknowingly donated to her.

In order to make it to morning cheer practice, Oliver would generously volunteer to drive her. His eagerness to take their sister to and from school now made a lot more sense to Nicole, who was stuck taking the bus.

"I wonder if they did it this morning too?" she thought as she watched intently for a glimpse under Anne's skirt.

Nicole suddenly had the feeling she was being watched and glanced around, finding one of Anne's teammates staring at her curiously. Seeing Nicole notice her, the shorter cheerleader smiled and waved, her long ponytail flowing behind her. Embarrassed she had been caught ogling, Nicole returned the gesture and scurried off down the hall.

Contrary to the previous day, the rest of her day at school was a mind numbingly ordinary Monday. Keeping her head down in classes, weaving through the hallways unseen and eating lunch in the hidden corners of the high school had become second nature to her. She took a modicum of pride anytime she made it through a full day without speaking a single word.

Unfortunately, that was a day she needed a distraction. No sentence that left her teachers' mouths made it to her brain before they were overwhelmed and strangled by thoughts of her siblings. Between the constant questioning in her head and her begging herself to stop thinking about it, she felt like she was going to explode by third period.

She fidgeted nervously in her chair, ignoring whatever the teacher at the front was going on about. Nicole was pretty sure she was in Biology class, but didn't care to double check. She stared at the clock, counting down the seconds to the bell.

"Remember, your reports on Robert Frost are due on Friday. Don't-" Mrs. Jacobs said to the apathetic teenagers before a sharp ringing surrounded them, cutting her off.

The class exploded with movement and noise as everyone else seemed just as excited for lunch as Nicole. Papers were swiped off desks into backpacks haphazardly, conversations from an hour earlier picked up where they left off, and Nicole noticed a cellphone get knocked to the floor that went unnoticed in the chaos. The teacher's pleas for quiet were soundly ignored.

Unlike the rest of the class, Nicole hadn't bothered to take anything out of her backpack, and thus, had nothing to put away, allowing her an easy escape. With a single deft motion on her way out, she quickly returned the dropped phone before its owner knew it was gone.

"I need some air," she thought, rushing through the rapidly populating hallways.

She burst out the front door of the school and walked towards one of her favorite spots. A small, grassy sitting area with a large tree lay tucked in an alcove in the front of the school. On warmer days, this spot was swarmed by her peers, but she had found on chilly autumn days, most preferred to hang out in the sun or in the cafeteria, leaving her in blissful isolation.

As she ate her plain ham sandwich, she let out a deep sigh. Without the stress of being crammed next to dozens of other people, she was able to finally clear her mind. At least to her usual level of discomfort. She enjoyed the breeze in her hair, the cool air nipping at her skin and the sight of Anne powerwalking towards the parking lot.

"Wait what? Where's she going?" Nicole wondered, downing the last of her flavorless meal.

Another thing that caught Nicole's eye was Anne's lack of followers. During lunch (and any other free time she was afforded), Anne was usually surrounded by hordes of friends and fans, all desperate for her attention. If Anne had a mean bone in her perfect body, she would have been quite the tyrant.

But now she was alone, scanning the area warily for any tagalongs. With Nicole in the shade and far in a corner, Anne didn't notice her curiously observing.

"Why would she go to the parking lot?" Nicole wondered, "She doesn't have a car. Without a friend to drive her the only one who could take her anywhere is..."

Nicole bolted up, before quickly ducking behind the tree. There was no way! Anne couldn't possibly be doing what Nicole thought she was doing...

Could she?

Nicole waited for her sister to disappear behind a large van before tossing her garbage in a bin and sprinting silently after her. As out of shape as she knew she was, it always surprised her how fast she could run when she wanted to. She continued to follow Anne, ducking behind cars and looking at her only through windows until she finally spotted their mutual goal.

Oliver's black as night Mustang. It stuck out like a sore thumb among the other beaters and hand me downs in the student parking lot. It had been a graduation gift from their parents. It was parked in the furthest corner, far away from anyone who could be wandering the lot and further confirming Nicole's hunch as to the purpose of Oliver's visit.

From a vantage point, crouched behind a minivan a row away, she watched her sister enter the passenger seat. Her siblings exchanged silent banter, Oliver apparently telling the laughing Anne a hilarious joke. Her laughter was cut short as they leaned into each other, their lips meeting.

"No. Way." Nicole thought, shocked her guess was right on the money.

As their kiss heated up, Oliver brought his hand up to Anne's breast and kneaded it from outside her cardigan. Nicole felt a tingle between her legs as she watched her siblings fondle each other in full view of the world.

"They should really be parked the other way. They're facing into the lot," the logical part of Nicole's brain thought as the emotional side reached her hand between her legs.

Nicole shocked herself. She had been under the impression she was following purely for curiosities sake, but now she was hyper aware of how turned on she was. She felt her nipples strain against her shirt and her pussy becoming damp. She felt a wave of disgust and pleasure wash over her as she contemplated what to do.

"I... I should..." she contemplated before looking closer at Anne and realizing her arm was making a distinct up and down motion in Oliver's lap, "I need to get closer NOW."

She emulated her video games to the best of her ability as she crouch-ran to the next row, just out of sight of the car. She crept closer to the Mustang's flank, trying to stay in the car's blind spot. Finally, she made it and looked through the rear passenger window.

Between the front seats, Nicole could see Anne bobbing her head on Oliver's cock. Their brother's hand rested on the back of her head, gently pushing her deeper on his tool. Anne, for her part, took it like a champ, taking an impressive number of inches down her throat before coming back up for air. She left the dick covered in shiny spit, which lubed her hand as she jacked it off. p

Nicole heard them mumble something, but couldn't decipher the words behind the window. Regardless, she saw they both were enjoying each other's company. While she worked his cock, Oliver prattled on, Anne occasionally popping up to respond. The mood in the car seemed far more playful than Nicole expected, and a pang of jealousy at how close her siblings were went through her chest.

She steeled herself before she could dwell on it and tried to enjoy the show.

Anne was a pro. Her left hand was working the shaft, while her right hand fondled his balls. Anne's tongue slid out of her mouth and around the engorged knob on top before sending it deep into her throat. Oliver groaned loud enough for Nicole to hear, enjoying his sister's talented mouth.

Anne popped off his cock and moved to straddle him, her flexible body easily maneuvering the tight space. It looked cramped in the driver's seat as Anne reached under her short, pleated skirt and pulled her panties to the side. They began making out once more as Anne pushed Oliver's cock into her dripping pussy.

Nicole decided to risk moving to get a better angle. She shifted to her right to the front passenger window, only allowing herself to peek one eye inside. She knew it was stupidly risky but she absolutely needed to watch this in its entirety.

Anne bounced around happily in her brother's lap, her moaning audible even to Nicole. She threw her head back in pleasure, giving Oliver access to her chest. Oliver did his best to unbutton her cardigan fully, her bouncing and his pleasure making it difficult. Eventually he was able to pull it apart before pulling her undershirt and bra up.

His hand kneaded her breast as his mouth sucked on the other. Anne squealed in pleasure, fucking the cock harder into her depths. She said something Nicole guessed was encouragement or dirty talk, but still could not hear beyond her general tone of voice. Whatever she said, Oliver responded by slipping his hands along her exposed thigh, across her round ass and resting on her hips.

Oliver then began pulling her up and down like a fleshlight, pounding his sister onto his engorged tool. Even Nicole could hear the clapping of flesh inside as he used Anne for his pleasure. Not that Anne didn't seem to be enjoying it too.

Anne buried her face in his shoulder and screamed. Her entire body shook and twitched as she came hard. She rode out her intense orgasm while Oliver kept fucked her senseless. Soon, he slowed down to harder, more deliberate thrusts. Nicole guessed that he was also cumming, using his sister to milk his cock dry.

His cock still deep inside her, Oliver wrapped his arms around Anne. He stroked his fingers through her hair as they began talking into each other's ears. Oliver laughed at something Anne said, indicating the post-sex pillow talk was as lighthearted as before. Nicole was touched by how happy they looked. Despite being the only one to know she was participating, she was glad she could share at least one good moment with her siblings.

Suddenly, the window began to roll down.

"CRAP!" Nicole thought, falling back on her butt.

"DID YOU JUST CRACK A WINDOW?!" Anne yelled loudly from inside the car, "DUDE, IT'S SO COLD!"

"Well I need to air it out a bit," Oliver replied, "It's getting stuffy in here."

"Then do it on your way back to class you dick! My shirt is up!"

Nicole decided she had pushed her luck far enough. She crouch-walked to the back of the car, praying neither of them checked the side mirror. She ducked behind the next car over before skittering away through the parking lot, back to the school. Confident she was out of their sight, she sprinted to one of the school's side doors, wanting to avoid anyone seeing her at the main entrance.

She rushed to a bathroom in a far corner of the school. She knew from the many lunches she ate there that it was by far the most isolated place in the building. Locking the stall behind her, she sat on the rarely used toilet.

"Are they insane!?" Nicole thought, "They seemed so sure they wouldn't get caught. In the school parking lot! Are they confident or just stupid and lucky?"

During lunch, plenty of students went to their cars to go somewhere else to eat. The fact that Nicole's siblings were willing to risk someone finding them all for a lunchtime quickie was ludicrous! No matter how hot it was.

Nicole swallowed hard.

"It was pretty hot," Nicole admitted, the vivid memories of Anne's soft lips wrapped around their brother's cock replayed in her head.

Her pussy quivered in her jeans, begging to be touched.

"I have a bit of time before lunch is over," Nicole thought, ignoring the criticisms she had just levied against her siblings.

She stood up and quickly pulled her jeans and underwear down to her ankles. Her fingers slid between her folds, coming up soaked. Sitting back down she began prodding at her pussy. She rubbed her clit the same way she did when looking at porn at home, only this time much more urgently.

Flashes of her siblings went through her mind. Anne soft tits jiggling, Olivers hard cock throbbing, the two of them fucking hard. She fantasized about Oliver's dick sliding down her throat and Anne's fingers rubbing her pussy. As she finger fucked herself, trying to imagine it was Oliver's cock railing her.

"MMMMH," she moaned as she came hard.

Her legs shook as the warm feeling washed over her. She leaned back on the toilet, content.

"Crap," she thought, "I'm definitely still the weirdest one."

Her eyes wandered down, causing her to inspect her body, concluding it was as disappointing as ever. Looking back, she was pretty sure she saw Anne shaved. She looked down at her bush. The unkempt mess between her legs had never had any grooming beyond what was necessary for basic hygiene.

"Should I shave? Or maybe trim it a bit?" Nicole contemplated before dismissing the idea, "Of course not! Who would I even be doing it for?"

She deflated hard at that thought. Her usual malaise returning for the first time since the parking lot. Any of the excitement she had withered away inside her as she became hyper aware of the fact she was alone in the school bathroom, masturbating to the memory of her siblings having sex. Passionate, adorable, loving sex at that. A connection she knew she would never have.

She solemnly pulled her clothes back on and sat back on the toilet. She wasn't in the mood to go to the rest of her classes so when the bell rang a while later, she ignored it. She simply sat there, alone, playing with her phone and waiting for the final bell hours later.

*******

Nicole arrived to an empty house. With her parents working late, Anne at cheer practice and Oliver at evening classes, Nicole knew she would be slightly more alone than usual. She went about her usual routine of making a small snack to hold her over until dinner. As she ate her sandwich, she wandered around the house aimlessly, enjoying the fact she didn't need to hide in her room.

All good things must come to an end however. A fact she was reminded of when she heard the garage door opening. She didn't know or care who had arrived home first, and wasn't going to stick around to find out. She shut off the tv and rushed to her room. Sitting at her computer, she continued her daily routine.

Any time she was out of the house, she always set her computer's webcam to record her room. When she had time, she would go through the footage and, upon finding absolutely nothing of note, would delete it to make room for the next day. She was well aware it was nothing but pointless paranoia that drove her to do it. Even if anyone were home during the day, no one cared enough to feel the need to go through her things. Even so, she considered it a harmless ritual that brought her a bit of comfort.

She quickly scrubbed through the footage, unsurprisingly finding nothing but a somewhat pretty time-lapse as the sunlight moved across the bare walls.

She sighed. In light of her time in the bathroom, she was feeling especially self-conscious about herself that day. She thought how stupid she must seem for setting up surveillance to protect absolutely nothing from no one in particular. It wasn't like she had anything to hide.

"I don't have a journal, the only money I have is on my credit card, and I don't have anything embarrassing I want to keep hidden," she thought, before refocusing on the last point.

"Hmm, something embarrassing... Like a sex toy?" she pondered, "Maybe I should get one. No one'll ever find it and it's not like I'll ever get the real thing like Anne does."

The thought of her sister sparked a bit of jealousy.

"Anne can get have as much sex as she wants," thought Nicole bitterly as she came to a decision, "Why shouldn't I?"

She used her browser to search for sex toys. She found a highly recommended site that promised anonymity in all levels of the order, from the bank statement to the packaging. Perfect. Now the only question was what to get.

Dildos, rabbits, nipple clamps and buttplugs filled her screen. She was pretty sure she knew what some of those did. Scrolling through the pages, she wasn't sure what she was looking for.

"I wonder why it's called a rabbit," she thought, not bothering to look it up.

After a few minutes of searching, she came to a conclusion. If Anne could get cock, Nicole could get cock. She browsed through the selection of realistic dildos and found one that looked almost identical to Oliver's. It even vibrated, which Nicole assumed was a good thing. She added it to her cart and clicked to check out.

Her parents had given her a credit card and told her to go nuts as long as she didn't go over the limit. Likely only because they didn't want to bother shopping for her. Anything to keep her out of sight, out of mind.

Anne used hers extensively, getting at least one full outfit a week. Nicole on the other hand only bought the occasional game or part for her computer, content to receive a yearly influx of clothes for Christmas and her birthday. This would definitely be the most unique purchase she had ever made. She input her card information, clicked the various checkboxes and moved the cursor to the "Place Order" button.

Knock Knock Knock

Nicole jumped in her chair.

"Nicole? You there?" Anne asked through the door.

"Yes, but I'm shopping for dildos so please leave me alone!" Nicole wished she could yell back.

"Y-Yeah?" she called back uncertainly.

"Can you open the door? I want to talk for a sec," asked Anne sweetly.

"That makes exactly one of us," Nicole thought.

As much as Nicole appreciated Anne's polite check-ins in theory, in practice they were nerve wracking exercises in patience in which Anne pretended to care through relentless interrogation. Nicole knew Anne was just continuing her role as a perfect sibling, but at that moment, she wouldn't have minded if Anne were a bit less perfect. Nicole switched to another, less risqué tab in case Anne tried to sneak a peek and trudged toward the door. With a deep breath she cracked it open.

"H-hey," Nicole muttered, staring down at Anne's shoes.

"Hey Nikki," Anne replied cheerily, using a nickname Nicole neither hated nor loved, "I just noticed you weren't in 6th period today and wanted to check in. Make sure you're ok."

6th period was their beginners programming class they both coincidently signed up for. It was the only class they had together.

"Yeah, I... I just felt a bit sick. I'm fi-" Nicole lied before being cut off by Anne.

"SICK?! Are you ok? Do you need anything? I can call Ollie and we can head to a doctor as soon as he gets here!" Anne rattled off, yanking her phone from her skirt's hidden pocket.

"No! No thanks, I-I'm fine. Just gonna take it easy," she excused, remembering why she preferred to lie by omission than lie outright.

"You're sure? Do you have a fever? I can make you some soup," Anne offered.

Despite being a lie, Nicole really was becoming nauseous. Having such a massive elephant in the room that only Nicole knew about was killing her. Only a few hours earlier, she was watching Anne bounce around on their brother's cock. Now Anne was less than a meter away playing the saint as usual.

"It's ok, I'm just going to sleep it off," Nicole said, "Can you tell mom and dad I'll probably be skipping dinner?"

When Anne didn't respond for a while, Nicole dared glancing at her face. Anne looked somewhat hurt with a furrowed brow and pursed lips. She assumed Anne was offended her pitiful sister wouldn't allow her to "help". She looked back down, still feeling ashamed for lying.

"Ok... if you're sure," Anne relented, "Let me know if you need anything."

"Ok, thank you," Nicole muttered before closing her door again.

She sighed, feeling like she had just failed an end of year test. As tiring as it was to talk to her peers, it was absolutely exhausting to speak with Anne. She never knew what to say to keep Anne happy while still being left alone.

She steadied herself and got back to her computer. She clicked the final button and was told her order would arrive the following week.

"I should have gotten the expedited shipping."

*******

The rest of the evening was mostly uneventful. She spent most of it playing a video game muted to maintain the illusion she was asleep. Thankfully Anne had kept her word and their parents hadn't bothered to ask Nicole to come to dinner. Oliver tried knocking just before the family's collective bedtime, but Nicole didn't respond. Nicole was waiting until the house was totally silent in order to venture out for a late-night snack.

Creeeeak

"What's Anne doing up this late?" Nicole thought, immediately recognizing who the noise in the hall came from.

From her bedroom vantage point, she had learned to identify where most of the family was by the sounds the floors made as they walked around. She normally didn't pay too much mind to the family's whereabouts unless she needed to leave her room and wanted to avoid a confrontation. Nicole knew Anne's light frame had just stepped on one of the squeaky part of the hallway right next to... Oliver's room.

"They're like friggen rabbits!" she thought, standing up from her chair.

She was halfway to her door before she stopped herself. She remembered how pathetic she felt in the bathroom. All her shame in came back to her at once. Spying on incredibly private moments without consent then masturbating to the thought of it, in school no less. Even the fact that she was giving tacit approval of Anne and Oliver committing incest. She knew she should have been disgusted by everything that had happened. So why was she still so horny?

She came to a decision, "Screw it. Add all that to the list of crap to feel bad about later. They've probably started by now!"

She told herself what she needed to hear to get what she wanted. Her siblings were having sex? Fine. She was horny and wanted to watch? Also fine. Self-awareness be damned, she needed this. As she dressed in her darkest clothes and climbed out her window, she wondered if her situation fell under sunk-cost fallacy.

She realized she had been taking some pretty extreme risks in her voyeurism and had thought of a much safer alternative. Her plan was to climb out onto the roof and watch from the window above Oliver's desk. With the nearest street light being a house away and a tree obscuring her, she knew she would be invisible from the street in her black outfit.

"Sometimes I surprise myself with how smart I can be," she thought as she prowled on the precarious tile rooftop, in almost total darkness, dressed like a burglar, with a cold sprinkle of October rain just beginning to come down.

After carefully shuffling over to the window for Oliver's room, she peeked through the glass, knowing the reflection of the lamp inside would prevent either of them from seeing her outside.

The first thing she saw were Anne's bare tits shaking back and forth hypnotically. In fact, for a solid thirty seconds that was all the slack jawed Nicole could see before she snapped out of her trance.

They had thankfully left the curtains cracked open just enough that Nicole could witness everything in the room. Oliver was sitting in his desk chair wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, watching intently as Anne did a fully nude dance for him. Looking through the window directly above the desk, Nicole assumed for a moment she was giving an X-rated version of one of her cheer routines. That is, until Anne pivoted around, bent over, and spread her legs wide, giving both of her siblings a full view of her flawless pussy.

"Any coach that tries to teach that is getting arrested."

Anne reached back and spread her cheeks, showing even more of her immaculate body. The carefree grin on Anne's face said she loved showing off her stunning assets for her brother. She looked like the world's most expensive stripper, expertly dipping and gyrating her bubble butt. She turned again and strutted to Oliver, mounting his lap and grinding into his pelvis hard. Oliver encouraged her by taking a bouncy ass cheek in each hand.

Oliver's cock strained against his jeans as Anne rubbed herself against it. She pulled her brother's head between her breast and shook them in his face. He reached up and grabbed one, sucking the stiff nipple into his mouth. Anne's head fell back, her long hair cascading down as she let out a silent moan.

Oliver licked and pinched her nipples as her grinding devolved to dry humping, rubbing her sex against his crotch with increased urgency. She seemed to be trying to get off with just that stimulation alone. Oliver had different plans apparently. He grabbed her ass once more and stood up, effortlessly carrying her comparatively tiny body. They began furiously making out as Oliver walked across his room with her legs wrapped around his waist. Nicole barely noticed a few of his fingers were teasing her various holes. He haphazardly tossed his little sister onto his bed and pulled her by her long legs towards him, Anne giggling adorably the entire time.

Crouching down, Oliver buried his face in her snatch. Anne bit her lip to suppress a moan. She used her hands to pull Oliver deeper into her sopping pussy. Anne squirmed wildly, her eyes fluttering between glued shut or wide open. Even her toes were opening and closing like a fist. Just like with everything else in his life, Oliver seemed to have master pussy eating.

Inserting two fingers, Oliver focused hard on her little pink button. Anne bucked like a bull as he fingered her, clamping her hands over her mouth to keep the entire house hearing her thunderous orgasm. Oliver didn't let up until Anne fell back to the bed, limp.

"Is... Is she still awake?" Nicole wondered, a concern not shared by their brother.

Oliver stood up. As he undid his pants, he seemed to be admiring his post-orgasm sister. She looked frazzled with her messy hair, deep blush and heaving chest. If it weren't for her stunningly nude body on display, she could have passed for an Olympic sprinter after winning gold.

Undeterred, Oliver dropped his bottoms, his thick cock bouncing out, pointed right at his sister's puffed pussy. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and unceremoniously plunged into her, shocking Anne back to reality with a jolt. Oliver covered her mouth quickly to prevent her scream from leaving the room, already thrusting hard back and forth.

There were no jokes or dirty talk this time as far as Nicole could tell. Just raw fucking. Oliver pushed forward, bringing Anne's knees to her ears as he fucked her hard. They stared intensely at each other, Oliver's balls slapping her with every thrust. Oliver wasn't trying to please Anne anymore.

It was his turn to finish.

His cock pistoned rapidly into her, the strain causing Anne to dig her nails into his muscled back. Her toes curled and eyes bulged as another orgasm gripped her. Oliver ignored her as he sprinted towards the finish. After a few more rapid thrusts, he slowed to a crawl, allowing his seed to spill into her well fucked hole. He slowly slid out of her, inch by inch, and admired his handiwork.

Pulling out, Oliver allowed Anne's legs to fall limply off the bed. Her body involuntarily twitched slightly from over-stimulation. Her half-opened eyes were glazed over, indicating no one was home.

This time, Nicole was sure Anne was out cold.

She watched her brother chuckle for whatever reason, pulling his pants up. He then grabbed some tissues from the box on his dresser and gently brushed away his load from her pussy. Anne didn't react at all beyond a few more small jolts. After tossing the wad of sticky tissue in the trash, he carefully bundled her small frame in his arms, not bothering to grab the clothes she discarded.

He planted a more-than-brotherly kiss on her lips and quietly slipped out of his room, presumably to tuck his little sister in for the night.

"..."

Nicole felt hot. Nicole felt like she was burning up in her thick hoodie. This, despite the fact it was soaked through with freezing cold rain that she hadn't noticed had begun downpouring. She knew she had to get out of her stifling clothes or else she would either overheat or freeze to death. Those were easily two of the top three reasons she wanted her clothes off immediately.

She rushed back to her window far too fast for how treacherous her footing was. So treacherous, it didn't surprise her in the least when she slipped and bashed her nose against the side of the house. She barely managed to grab her open window to keep herself from tumbling down off the roof entirely before scrambling back into her room.

Wasting no time, she flung off her cold, wet clothes, quickly replacing them with a fresh pair of panties and an oversized T-shirt Oliver had mysteriously lost a few months prior.

"I want that," thought Nicole, laying in her bed, staring up at her ceiling.

"I want everything she did for him," she thought as her hands crept down to the only part of her that was still soaking wet.

"I want everything he just did to her," she thought, imagining herself in Anne's position and plunging her fingers into her pussy.

"I want someone to want me as much as he wanted her," she thought, kneading her clit and massaging her breast.

"I want that, I want that, I want that, I WANT THAT," the mantra in her head peaked as she came hard.

She mimicked her sister and muffled her mouth, screaming intensely into her palm. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. Images of licking Anne's pussy and Oliver's cock inside her flew through her mind before she slowly came down from her high.

Her arms fell to her sides, feeling as heavy as her eyelids. Her head lolled to the side, feeling what she assumed was rainwater drip down her cheek.

"God, I want that so bad."

*******

The blaring of her alarm woke her. She didn't know how much sleep she had gotten, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to function. Before sleeping, she hadn't bothered to cover up, leaving her panties around her knees and her shirt above her breasts. With her hair still damp from the rain and a fair bit of the water soaking into her pillow, she was freezing.

She dragged herself from the bed, groggy and light-headed, hoping a warm shower would help. Approaching the bathroom, she was disappointed to find it occupied, hearing the shower already running. Groaning in frustration, she began to walk back to her room to wait it out when a thought occurred. She rushed back the bathroom and put her ear to the door, listening closely. Through the splashing of the shower and the ruffling of the shower curtain, a faint noise was barely perceptible.

"Aangh!" Anne moaned quietly.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!? Do they ever leave each other alone!" Nicole thought.

She deciding she didn't feel like listening to something she couldn't watch and trudged back to her room. While waiting, she occupied her time drying her hair with a large yellow shirt she found on her floor.

Eventually, she heard the water stop and soon after, the bathroom door open. From the footsteps, she identified Oliver heading to his room. Nicole didn't get up however. She knew to wait until Anne left as well to avoid an embarrassing confrontation. Anne exited a few minutes later, allowing Nicole to get the warmth she craved. Immediately hopping in the shower, she cranked the heat to as hot as it could safely be and let it cascade down.

As she enjoyed the heat and washed herself, she took notice of a few dark brown flakes washing down the drain.

"Am I losing freckles?" she thought hopefully, before remembering that's stupid.

She washed her face and an unsettling amount of the dry brown substance came off onto her hands. It took her a moment to realize it was dried blood, stemming from her nose.

"Oh right!" she remembered, "I forgot I bopped my nose last night. Woops."

She poked at her nose a bit. While it definitely hurt, she was pretty sure it wasn't broken. She washed what was left of the blood and finished up. She went about her usual morning routine, skipping brushing her teeth for now due to the steam fogging the mirror.

After getting dressed she crept downstairs where the rest of the family was preparing for their respective days. She took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, hoping no one would notice her.

"Good morning sweetie! How are- OH MY GOD!" Nicole's mother yelped, dropping a box of cereal.

In an instant, every eye in the kitchen was on Nicole. She shrank back, terrified of what she did wrong.

"Nicole... honey. What happened to your nose?" her dad asked slowly, like he was trying not to scare off a jittery squirrel.

Nicole's stomach dropped, realizing it must have looked much worse than she thought.

"I-I tripped," Nicole replied nervously, looking like a deer in the headlights.

She deeply regretted not checking the injury in the mirror before coming down. Now on top of the intense stares of her family, she was scared to see how bad it must have looked.

"Are you ok?" Oliver asked.

"Is it broken?" asked her mom.

"Here, let me see," Anne said, approaching Nicole.

"NO!!!" Nicole yelled, jumping back, away from her sister.

Anne looked surprised, but put her hands up and backed away.

"I-I'm ok. Really," Nicole said, ashamed of her outburst.

Her family looked at her and at each other worriedly.

"Alright hun... If you're sure," her dad said gently.

"Maybe you should stay home for the day," Mom suggested, "Just in case."

"Yeah, " Oliver agreed, "That bruise'll attract a lot of attention."

Nicole assumed they didn't want the family screw up running around with a busted nose like an idiot. She felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner. Still, they had a point and Nicole wasn't in the mood to field questions all day.

"O-ok. I'll stay home," she muttered before adding, "I'm sorry."

Her family looked stunned for a moment, though Nicole couldn't understand why.

"Uh... it's fine Nicole," Oliver said, bewildered, "You didn't do anything wrong."

Nicole looked down and slowly backed away, knowing full well he was lying.

"Ok, I'll be in my room," she said quickly before running back upstairs.

In her room, she grabbed a small mirror from her drawer to check her face. Along with the usual disappointment she got from looking at her reflection was a large red and purple splotch on and around her nose. She couldn't believe it wasn't broken.

"You absolute moron," she thought to herself, "Why didn't you check a mirror before waltzing down there like an IDIOT!"

She threw the mirror across the room, tears welling in her eyes. It was humiliating for the entire family to see the giant stupid mistake on her face. She was further embarrassed by all the signs she ignored when she was usually more self aware.

She fell onto her bed. Before she could bury her face in her pillow, she stopped. Next to where her head had rested on the still damp pillow was a large dark stain. Nicole didn't have to be a forensic scientist to figure out what it was. She picked up the pillow and tossed it too before sobbing into her bare sheets.

Knock Knock Knock

Nicole froze, silencing herself.

"Nicole?" Oliver called from just outside, "I brought you an ice pack and some breakfast. I need to get to class but call me or Anne if you need anything."

Nicole heard Oliver set two objects on the ground and leave down the hall. Through her shame, she was grateful Oliver didn't drag it out or force her to open the door. Oliver seeing her cry would just add to her shame.

Only when she was sure the last of her family had left for the day did she pull the plate and ice pack into her room. She found eating with ice on her face to be rather difficult, but since she skipped dinner and her midnight snack the previous day, she needed some way to silence her rumbling stomach. Slowly, the feeling of embarrassment faded into the normal anxiety that permanently clung to the back of her mind. She spent the rest of her day trying to find things to occupy and distract her. Gaming, browsing the internet and aimless meandering through the house passed the time, but without a license or car, she was stuck at home as usual.

With all the time in the world to herself, her thoughts shifted back to Anne and Oliver. She was sick of debating the morality of the situation. She decided as long as no one was getting hurt, it wasn't her problem. Additionally, what they didn't know she knew wouldn't hurt them.

Pretending to be free of guilt, she decided a good rub down while watching porn would get her mind off... everything. She stripped off her pants and hopped into her desk chair. Nicole's taste in porn was hard to pin down. She had no specific genre's she actively searched out. Most of the time, she would find something that interested her on the front page of her usual sites and use that until she was a panting mess in her chair. This time however, she decided she wanted something specific.

Naturally, she was familiar with the "Step-Family" genre of porn, but due to the fact every member of her family looked better than any porn star, she tended to avoid those videos as they hit a bit too close to home. But this time, close to home was exactly what she wanted.

She searched for every keyword she could think of, trying to find anyone who resembled her siblings.

"Wrong hair color, wrong build, wrong race, dick too thick," she listed off as she scrolled through the thumbnails, bookmarking the last one for another time, " No, no, no, nu-uh, nope."

She was beginning to forget the point of masturbating was to relieve tension instead of cause it. She couldn't believe how hard it was to find anyone who even remotely resembled them. She got close with one video before realizing the girl resembled herself more than Anne.

"HA nope!" she laughed to herself, "While she can certainly pull off that body type, I don't need to be reminded of how I look."

She scrolled through another page of videos, many getting frustratingly close to what she was looking for. Eventually she found one she was willing to compromise on. The guy was a bit scrawny compared to Oliver and the girl's breasts were probably fake, but she decided she could work with it. She hit play and watched, her fingers already busy between her legs.

The dialogue was terrible, the acting was worse and the stars had less chemistry than a baking soda volcano. Nicole tried her darndest to get into it and mentally glued pictures of Anne and Oliver over their heads. She redoubled her efforts, focusing on her clit so she could finish and close the awful video. Unfortunately, the final nail in the coffin struck home. The now nude actress was facing away from the camera and a massive, bright, misshapen tramp stamp was now visible. What little remained of the illusion was shattered.

"It's fine, it's fine," she reassured herself, desperate to finish, "It doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother me. It bothers me. It bothers me A LOT! AND WHY IS SHE MOANING WHILE GIVING HIM A HANDJOB?!"

Nicole closed the video and fell back in her chair.

"Great, they ruined me forever," Nicole thought to herself, "I can't even watch porn."

The tingling in her pussy was unbearable, but she couldn't bring herself to keep going. She knew she needed to see the real thing. She looked at the clock in the corner of the screen.

"Only five more hours 'till Anne and Oliver get back," Nicole said before dropping her forehead against the desk.

"Uuuuuuugh."

*******

The rest of the day was pretty typical. Her family began trickling in at their normal times, each giving Nicole a quick check in and receiving identical platitudes in response. Dinner was a bit worse than usual as her family kept sneaking peeks at the bruise on her face that had healed only slightly thanks to Oliver's ice pack.

Soon the family retired to their respective corners of the house. From her room, Nicole tracked where in the house everyone was by sound. Dad was watching TV in the living room, Mom was doing the same in their bedroom, Anne was getting ready to go out somewhere and Oliver had gone down to the basement, likely to work out. With everyone sufficiently distracted, Nicole decided it was the perfect time to swap out her ice pack with a fresh one.

Creeping through the house, she was wary to not draw any attention. Avoiding noisy parts of the floor, keeping the light's off wherever she went and being hyper aware of everyone's locations were some of the strategies she had learn over the years to remain unnoticed. She admitted to herself she would probably make a good spy if she was capable of handling literally any amount of pressure.

In the hallway leading towards the kitchen, approaching footsteps signaled her to hide. The last thing she wanted was more attention. Jumping into the bathroom, leaving the light off and door open, she stood perfectly still. In the darkness, her dad didn't notice her on his way to the stairs. Once he made it to the top, Nicole emerged with a smile on her face.

"Perfect. With him up there, I'll have the kitchen to myself for a bit."

She opened the freezer and grabbed the other ice pack, leaving her own to refreeze. With how active the rest of the family was, it was no surprise they kept spares. She could have sworn there used to be a third, but she couldn't find it. Grabbing a granola bar for her dinner, she turned to head back. The sound of stairs being ascended put a stop to that.

She ducked into the walk in pantry and peeked out the cracked door. Oliver emerged from the basement, shirtless and covered in sweat. His large muscles glistened in the dim light from the living room before he hit the kitchen's light switch, showing himself in all his glory.

"God, he looks like a marble statue!" Nicole drooled, leaning closer to the door.

He was built like a bouncer, broad shouldered and tall. If he wasn't her brother, Nicole would be terrified to get on his bad side. Instead of fear, lust was her primary emotion as she stared at his well-defined, thick muscles that rippled with every movement. Her gaze trailed down to his abs, perfectly sculpted yet still natural to the point a normal person could achieve them. Whatever workouts he was doing in the basement were definitely paying off.

Taking a sports drink from the fridge, he chugged it quickly, his glistening torso returning Nicole's intense stare. After wiping a bit from his chin, he grabbed his shoulder and swung his arm around, wincing in pain.

"Agh, dammit," Oliver groaned, scowling at his inflamed muscle.

He went to grab an ice pack, though the one he found in the freezer was unsurprisingly lukewarm at best. Nicole looked at her own and realized he probably needed it more than her. She watched as he put some ice cubes from the fridge inside and turned around towards the sink to fill it with somewhat colder water. With his back turned, she saw her chance and silently emerged from the pantry, setting the cold pack on the counter behind him and using the sound of running water to mask her escape.

"There. Now someone who actually deserves it can put it to good use," Nicole thought happily, rushing back to her room.

She spent the rest of her evening in a relatively good mood, sore nose notwithstanding. Hearing Anne return from her outing, the family soon withdrew to their rooms, her parent's door being the last to close for the night. For a moment, she was worried her insatiable siblings would be tapped out with how relentless they had been the last few days. Obviously, she had no idea what a normal amount of sex was, but she was confidant they had far exceeded it.

Just like in every other aspect of their lives, her siblings failed to disappoint her. She heard the squeaking of their doors and the creaking of their tip-toed steps down the stairs. She wasn't sure where they were going but knew she was going to find out.

Nicole left her room and quietly following after them. She avoided all the creaking spots in the halls and stairs as she listened for where they had gone. She heard whispering in the living room and saw a light flick on. She crept into the kitchen and saw the two of them in the living room. Anne was wearing only a cute pair of panties, kneeling between Oliver's legs while undoing his pants. Nicole risked moving behind the kitchen table, light from the lamp next to the couch not reaching her. She moved behind the living room's other couch and poked her head out, only a few feet from the now very spirited handjob.

"Jesus dude, we've been going non-stop all week," Anne said quietly, jacking him off, "How are you so pent up?"

"You want a list?" Oliver replied, "Lana barely puts out, your teammates hit on me anytime I pick you up and you never wear pants at home!"

Nicole recognized the name Lana as Oliver's girlfriend he met in college. From how he constantly talked about her at dinner, Oliver definitely wasn't with her for her personality. It was no wonder he was desperate to keep it casual. That, and the fact he was cheating on her with his sister.

"Well I can't cover up the money makers," Anne said, sliding her hand down her smooth legs, though Oliver couldn't see from his angle, "Without these, all I have are huge tits, a great ass and a stellar personality."

"You definitely have huge tits and a great ass," Oliver agreed.

"Oh, eat a dick! I'm fucking delightful," Anne said in mock outrage, lightly slapping his fully erect cock.

"You first," Oliver led on, motioning to his cock.

Anne got the message and rolled her eyes with a smile. She grabbed a hair tie from a hoodie next to her that Nicole assumed Anne had been wearing a few minutes prior. She tied her hair up in a cute ponytail, giving Oliver a good look at her breasts as she did so, before engulfing the twitching cock into her mouth. Nicole watched as Anne's tongue poked out, swirling around the head before half the shaft disappeared down her throat. She pulled back slowly, leaving a glistening trail of saliva, before bowing back down.

"God you're so good at that," Oliver moaned, stroking the top of Anne's head.

Anne popped off the swollen dick and smiled.

"I'd better be with all the practice I get," Anne beamed proudly, her hands still working his shaft.

"Yeah I know," Oliver said, rolling his eyes, "Trevor mentioned."

Nicole didn't know who Trevor was, but was pretty sure Anne wasn't currently dating anyone. She assumed he was an ex or casual fling.

Anne snorted in laughter.

"Wait, wait, wait. Trevor bragged to YOU about how good I suck cock?" she said before sliding her mouth back down her brother's pole.

"Yeah, he didn't know we're related," Oliver said, "I don't think I like Trevor."

Anne popped back up.

"Well that makes one of us. He's the only guy I've found who gets even close to how big this monster is," Anne said, shaking Oliver's cock around playfully.

"Monster?" Nicole wondered, realizing that her perception of average penis sizes may have been off.

Oliver grimaced, "Dude, c'mon. I don't need to know that."

"Yeah yeah, fair enough. TMI I guess," She said before adding, "By the way, his cum is weirdly salty."

Oliver grabbed the back of Anne's head and yanked her back onto his cock, revealing to Nicole that Anne didn't have much of a gag reflex. He gripped her ponytail and pulled back and forth, fucking her face like she were a sex doll. It seemed impossible how much cock was being shoved down her throat so quickly. Even the dirtiest porn stars Nicole had watched would have choked and gagged. Anne, to her credit, took it in stride and when he stopped throat fucking her, she went right back to blowing him. Her tits jigged wildly with her movement, though only Nicole was privileged enough to see that sight.

"See how productive you can be when you stop talking and use your mouth for something useful?" teased Oliver.

Anne showed Oliver her favorite finger with a glare, though didn't stop sucking for even a second. Nicole could hear Anne humming as she took it deep down her throat, something Oliver seemed to enjoy immensely. Coming back up for air, she spit a glob of drool onto his dick and used it as lube to slide her hand up and down the shaft.

She lifted his cock up, diving down to his hanging balls. Popping them into her mouth one after the other, she continued sliding her hand across the throbbing meat above her face. Their eyes met as Oliver looked down, admiring his sister's skills.

"Ugh... I'm... getting close," Oliver told her.

Saying nothing, Anne popped the head back in her mouth while her hands worked his shaft and sack. The cock looked huge in her mouth but she took it without a problem. Nicole could hear the wet, slurping sounds as Anne sloppily finished Oliver off. He groaned, grabbing Anne's head again and shoving himself as deep as he could go. Evidently, her gag reflex wasn't completely gone as she coughed up globs of cum out onto the base of his dick.

Only when he was sure he was fully drained did he let Anne back up. She shot off him, gasping for air. Oddly, she didn't seem all that offended Oliver had been choking her on his cock. Rather, when she finally caught her breath, her cum coated mouth grinned ear to ear, satisfied she did a job well done. She stayed on her knees as Oliver leaned back into the couch.

"You taste so much better than Trevor," Anne said, lazily stroking the deflating cock.

"You think my cum tastes good?" Oliver asked.

"I didn't say that," Anne corrected, "I just said you taste better than him. Why? You wanna know your own flavor?"

Anne leaned up to his face with her tongue out, though was pushed back down by a cackling Oliver.

"No thanks, I'm good," Oliver said when he caught his breath.

"Pussy," Anne smirked, "I taste myself on you all the time."

Anne cleaned the fluids left on her mouth and licked them off her hand before turning her attention back to Oliver's slowly shriveling dick.

"Here lemme clean you up," Anne said before licking along the base and sides of Oliver's cock, cleaning off any remaining cum and finishing with a kiss to the sensitive head.

"God you're the best little sister ever," Oliver said sweetly.

Anne giggled.

"Thanks, but I think you're working with limited data," Anne said, "You need to find out how well Nicole sucks dick before making bold claims like that."

"ANNE!" said Oliver, offended, as he dragged himself off the couch.

"KIDDING, KIDDING, mostly KIDDING," Anne said, putting her arms up defensively.

Oliver pulled his pants back up and helped Anne to her feet. He then gave her a peck on her forehead, taking the opportunity to cop a feel on her exposed breast before she slipped her oversized hoodie back on. Oliver stopped for a moment and looked at the hoodie as if it looked familiar, but couldn't place how.

Nicole was in a lustful daze, disappointed that the show was over. She was so turned on that it took her an embarrassingly long time to realize they would be walking right past her hiding spot on their way back upstairs. Nicole froze, knowing she didn't have enough time to get away. She slowly slinked behind the couch and hoped they wouldn't notice her.

"You sure you don't want anything in return?" asked Oliver.

"Thanks, but I need a bit of a break," Anne replied, "We may have gone a bit overboard the last few days."

"While I agree, I'm shocked YOU'RE the one saying it," said Oliver, turning off the lamp next to the couch.

Mercifully, they were now in total darkness. Anne and Oliver walked past the crouching Nicole as she held her breathe. Oliver's pants lightly brushed Nicole's frizzy hair, causing her to flinch. Thankfully, neither noticed their peeping sister.

"Hey, I can pretend to have restraint like a normal person," Anne said with mock indignance, "Besides, we're still gonna fool around in your car before school tomorrow so it's not that much of a break."

In the darkness, Nicole could see Oliver wrap his arm around Anne's shoulder and pull her close as they left the kitchen.

"God you're such a slut," Oliver said endearingly.

"Not hearing any complaints," Anne replied before they turned the corner, out of earshot.

Not moving an inch until they reached the top step, Nicole's eyes were wide with fear.

"Holy crap that was clo-" she thought before waking up a few seconds later on the floor.

"Oh right, I forgot to breathe," she remembered, too horny to chastise herself further.

Nicole picked herself up and tiptoed back to her room. She spent the next few hours touching herself to her new memories. Rolling around her bed, biting her pillow and rubbing herself mercilessly, she came over and over again. She fingered herself stupid as every embarrassing memory, anxiety and sense of self-loathing washed away with every orgasm.

Laying on her back, her clothes long discarded, she panted heavily. She couldn't continue if she wanted to. Her heart and mind were racing too fast to get to sleep, so she laid still, going over the night in her mind one more time.

"Wait," Nicole thought, her eyes darting open, "What did Anne mean when she was talking about how well I suck dick? Was... was she making fun of me?"

Nicole pondered for a bit, thinking of all the angles that could mean. Oliver seemed rather offended when she said it. Maybe the idea of anything sexual regarding Nicole grossed him out and Anne was trying to get a reaction.

"If so... ouch."

She decided to think of it as a harmless joke and made an effort to not worry about it. She didn't feel like ruining a pretty good evening with her paranoia.

*******

Throughout the rest of the week, her siblings' exploits faded into normalcy for Nicole. It became a near daily routine to at least get a peek of her siblings' raunchy escapades. And they certainly made it uncomfortably easy.

With her pseudo-echolocation, she was able to track exactly where they were in the house. Anytime Nicole realized they were alone together, it was almost certain they were messing around in some way. Anne blowing Oliver in the laundry room, Oliver returning the favor in the bathroom and full-blown sex in the basement were just some of the risky stunts Nicole managed to observe.

"How the heck am I the only one to have caught them?" she wondered as she looked out her window, watching Oliver's car bounce around in the driveway from her room one night, Anne's face barely visible as she was fucked in the backseat.

Their carelessness and shocking amount of luck did little to quell Nicole's own lust. Prior to discovering their secret, she had a relatively normal sex drive in which she masturbated maybe a few times a week. Now, she was rubbing herself raw multiple times a day. Which was exactly why she was so excited for the arrival of her new dildo.

The following Monday was when it was due, though she was disappointed to find it wasn't waiting for her on the porch when she got home. Checking the delivery tracker, she realized the window for delivery was late in the evening, long after the family would get home. She spent hours peeking outside her window every few seconds, terrified of someone else grabbing the illicit box before she could.

Unfortunately for her long-term mental health, her anxiety yielded positive results as she noticed the delivery truck pull up to the curb.

Peeking outside her door, she made sure the coast was clear before creeping down the hall and stairs to the front door. She opened the door just enough for her hand to shoot out, grab the box and yank it inside. She checked the label to make sure it was hers and smiled at her name. She was getting excited.

"Oh? What's that you got there," said a voice behind her.

She spun around like the warden had just caught her digging a tunnel out of her cell. Her dad was in the kitchen down the hall, looking at her with mild interest, his evening snack in hand.

"N-Nothing! It's nothing i-interesting... don't worry about it... just a... game! I got another game... for my computer," Nicole stammered.

Her dad's eyes widened a bit before Nicole realized she was rudely making eye contact and looked down.

"Oh... ok then. Have fun," her dad said, walking towards the living room.

Nicole sprinted up the stairs and back to her room.

"Have fun? HAVE FUN?! Does he know? Oh god, did he check my credit card statement? The website said it was supposed to be anonymous even on a bank statements!" The emotional side of her brain rattled off like a machine gun before the rational side interrupted.

"Calm down. Relax. He doesn't know anything," she told herself, "You think he cares enough to look into anything you're doing? Remember, he doesn't care. None of them care."

That comforting thought cooled her down.

"A computer game? What a stupid excuse," she chastised herself, "I download all my games! If he asked even a single follow up question, I'd've been screwed."

She scowled.

"ENOUGH! I can keep hating myself later! Right now I'm gonna have some fun," she thought, pulling a pocket knife from her desk.

She slid it across the tape on the box before opening it wide and tossing everything from inside that wasn't what she was looking for.

"Packaging paper, little pamphlet, lube. Nope, nope, nope. Ah! There it is!"

She pulled her brand-new dildo from the box, her small hands barely able to fit around the shaft. Stroking it up and down with a wide grin, she tried to compare it the size to Oliver's cock. It seemed almost identical, though she obviously couldn't compare the two as closely as Anne could. She imagined herself in Anne's position, between Oliver's legs, stroking lovingly as he looked down on her with approval. She planted a kiss on the head of Oliver's cock.

"..."

"What am I doing? This is a dildo!" she thought, "Jeez, lost myself for a sec there."

She tapped the toy into her open palm as she looked around her room, trying to figure out where to start.

"Ok, what to do, what to do... It has a suction cup so I can attach it to something. Maybe the wall? Nah I'll get tired bending over. Preferably, I'd like to ride it, but there's no flat surface to stick it to. Hmmm."

She spotted a large textbook sticking out of her backpack and had an idea. Grabbing it, she giggled to herself when she read the title.

Human Anatomy.

"Fitting," Nicole said as she plopped it on the bed.

She tried sticking the dildo straight on but it didn't hold as well as she hoped, popping off with minimal effort. She grabbed the discarded pamphlet and read the instructions.

"Apply a small amount of water to the suction cup for better adhesion," she read, "Well I hope saliva works just as well because there's no way in hell I'm going to go get water with this sitting on my bed."

She let a thin glob of drool on her fingers and delicately dabbed at the cup. Trying again, it stuck to the book much better than before, Nicole cheering quietly for her small victory.

As she stripped off her pajama bottoms and panties, she read the pamphlet for more instruction.

"Something, something, lube, something, something, vibration, something, something, not dishwasher safe," she glossed over the boring paragraphs before tossing it to the wayside again, "Eh, I think I got it. It's not rocket science."

She dropped a generous dollop of lube in her hand and stroked it over her new toy. She didn't feel like using the vibration function yet, as she wanted it to feel as close to her brother's cock as possible.

"Hmmm, now how to approach this," she wondered as she knelt, bottomless, in front of the dildo, "Just jump on it all at once and get it over with? I wonder if that'll hurt... Eh screw it, let's go slow and steady to be safe."

She shuffled on top of the dildo, the heavy book keeping it in place as it brushed against her pussy.

"It'll be fine, I've had fingers up there before," she reassured herself, "Plus if Anne can do it, then..."

She decided not to finish that thought, knowing bringing up her inadequacies would cause her to spiral. She wasn't in the mood for her insecurities. She was too horny for that. Grabbing the rubber cock and rubbing it along her slit, she gently teasing herself as she built up her courage.

"Ok... one... two..." she whispered, "ThrEEEEEEE!"

The head penetrated her faster than she intended, resulting in a jolt of pain. It quickly passed, replaced by an aching as she sunk a bit deeper. And then, a barrier. Nicole was surprised. It was barely an inch inside! She pressed a bit harder, refusing to believe that was the end.

"Wait... I think I remember this from sex ed. Is this what a hymen ISSSSS!!!" she hissed in pain as she pressed a bit too hard, allowing the dildo break through.

Nicole had never been one to handle pain well. This was no exception. She doubled over, clenching her fists and trying to suppress a yelp. She knelt face first in her blanket as she allowed the pain to fade away. Though it was quickly succeeded by a new pain when she attempted to push down further.

"Agh!" she grunted, "Is this what sex feels like?! Why would anyone ever want to do this?!"

That was when she felt it. A faint tingle made itself known as the thick dildo stretched her virgin pussy. Her breathing quickened and a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. Even through the pain of the dildo and the regret of getting one so big, she knew she wanted more. She sat back up, determined to try again.

She inhaled deeply as she sank deeper and deeper, the pain and the pleasure coalescing into something... not worth the effort.

"Ok... nope, nope, nope! I can't do it," she thought, trying to slide it out, "This is stupid! What's even the point? It's not like it's... the real thing."

She looked between her legs, her pussy impaled on the veiny silicone cock. It looked so much like Oliver's. When she closed her eyes, she could easily image him laying beneath her. His charming smile and soft words encouraging her to keep trying as he stroked her arms. She gritted her teeth and allowed it to go another half inch, a sudden increase in moisture aiding her.

"Good girl," Oliver cooed, making her heart flutter with pride.

She sank deeper and deeper, any pain overshadowed by her desire to not disappoint her big brother. Oliver ran his fingers through her hair, the messy curls not bothering him. He looked so happy to see her, like he wasn't looking at a total disappointment. His eyes were filled with love and lust, exactly how he looked at Anne.

"You're doing so good," Oliver said when she couldn't push it down any further, "Now start bouncing."

She complied, willing to do whatever he said. Her pussy rose up his shaft, gripping it tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Desperate for more, she went down again, then back up, then down. Slowly and steadily she rose and fell, getting easier and more enjoyable with every movement.

"Oooooh God," she groaned with a shudder.

Oliver used his hand to rub her clitoris, exactly the way she liked it. The combined sensations felt wonderful. Her body heated up, her toes curled and her pussy clenched around his cock as it drove into her. The sound of her soft mewling was overshadowed by the creaking of the bed as she bounced atop her brother's lap.

"You're so sexy Nicole. I love you so much," said Oliver.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" another voice asked.

Anne peeked into her sightline, wearing nothing but her confident smile. Nicole groaned, bouncing even harder on the cock, the pressure building more and more.

"Go ahead, do it," Anne said gently, stroking Nicole's cheek, "Cum for me."

"MMMMMMH!" Nicole screamed into her closed mouth as she fucked herself fast and hard, her orgasm exploding across her body.

She came harder than ever before, falling forward onto the bed. She shook violently, tears falling freely from her eyes. With one final thrust, the cock buried itself deep into her trembling pussy.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she opened her eyes. In an instant, her siblings disappeared, replaced by the dark blue of her blanket. She looked down, his cock once more a lifeless dildo, slick with pussy juice and a small trickle of blood at the base. She groaned sadly.

Despite the entire purpose of buying it being to fill her need for cock, it only fueled her desire for the real thing. Every cell in her body screamed at her to run to Oliver's room and pounce on him. Consequences be damned.

She wanted him. She wanted both of them.

With great reluctance, she slowly came back down to Earth. Sliding the dildo from her soaked and sore pussy, she breathed deeply to catch her breath. She wiped her hand, still slick from rubbing herself, across her bedsheets, leaving wet stains where she touched. Picking up her new friend, she flopped it around with a slight smile, spraying small bits of girl-cum around the room.

"Well, you're not Oliver, but you'll have to do."

Standing on shaky legs, she looked around her room for a suitable hiding place, finding the perfect one in an old shoebox whose contents she had outgrown in middle school. Tossing the ragged shoes in the garbage, she cleaned off the dildo with a tissue before hiding it away in the box, which she then tucked into the darkest corner of the closet.

She allowed herself a moment of pride. Even if it wasn't real, she had still proved that in the event of Hell freezing over, she could take Oliver's cock. If only she could be given the opportunity she desperately craved.

"Hm... Did that count as losing my virginity?"

*******

"Uuuuugh," Nicole groaned quietly, bored out of her mind.

Only an hour into detention and she was already weighing the pros and cons of a pencil lobotomy to relieve the monotony. Of course, she hadn't gotten into any actual trouble. Rather, she had simply not turned in enough work and was given a mandatory detention to get it done. In her defense, her mind for the last week had been on far more interesting topics than...

She looked at the paper on her desk, trying to remember what she was studying, "The Peloponnesian War? I have no idea what a Peloponnesian is and don't particularly care why they went to war."

She gritted her teeth and tried to focus. Since she hadn't done anything actually wrong, she was allowed to leave as soon as she finished her work. But, as always, she was simply unable to buckle down and get it done without her mind wandering. She knew she had some sort of attention disorder but never had the courage to try and get help for it.

She quickly skimmed the textbook and wrote down what she thought were the answers to the questions on the paper, knowing full well she would forget all of it by the day's end.

"Psst," someone whispered.

Nicole wondered who they were talking to.

"Psssst!" they whispered again, whoever they were talking to still ignoring them.

"Some people are trying to work you jerks!" Nicole thought, frowning.

"PSSSSST! Nicole!" they said uncomfortably loud, getting a harsh glare from the teacher.

"Is there another Nicole in he- OW!" she thought, feeling a small eraser bounce off the side of her head.

Nicole turned to her right and saw a girl in a full cheer team uniform. She was cute, like a shorter version of Anne with much longer hair tied in a ponytail that reached her lower back. The black and green uniform she wore showed off her flat stomach, a bit less toned than Nicole's sister. And for whatever unimaginable reason, she was trying to get Nicole's attention.

"How does she even know my name?!" Nicole thought, terrified.

"Y-yeah?" Nicole whispered back.

"What'dya get for number 13?" the cheerleader asked.

Nicole scrambled to find the answer.

"Uh.... Al uh.... Alkib.... wait no...." she muttered, struggling to pronounce the name, "Alcibiades... I think?"

The girl tilted her head and bit her lip, thinking deeply.

"I... have no idea how to spell that," Nicole's tormentor said with a wry grin.

"LINDSAY!" Mr. Dickson boomed from the front of the room, "Do I really need to remind you to stay quiet in detention too? Don't you talk enough in class?"

"So~rry!" Lindsay called back, obviously not sorry.

Having the motivation to leave as quickly as possible, Nicole rushed through the remainder of the worksheet. Thankfully, Nicole wasn't too stupid and could get good grades if she actually tried. Finishing up, she walked to the front of the room to turn it in. As she set the paper down in front of Mr. Dickson, another hand mirrored hers.

"Thank you, Nicole," Mr. Dickson said before scowling, "I'll see you tomorrow, Lindsay."

"Yup!" chirped the bubbly cheerleader to Nicole's left, "Have a great night!"

Leaving the room, she heard Mr. Dickson yell at some guy named Scott to wake up. Nicole was glad she never got on his bad side. Now she just needed to find a way to get off of Lindsay's good side. Nicole's chest felt tight. For some reason, Lindsay seemed hell-bent on sticking to Nicole as she followed her to the bus stop, chattering away like they were best friends.

"God, Dickson fuckin' hates me, huh?" laughed Lindsay, practically skipping next to Nicole, "Most of the guy teachers are too busy drooling over me to ever get mad! I just have to show a little leg and BOOM, they're mine for the rest of the year."

"Y-yeah," mumbled Nicole, silently wondering why bubbly girl was still bothering to talk to a loser like her.

"Then you got Dickson," Lindsay continued, twirling her ponytail in her finger, "Like, this one time I was trying to get out of a report, so I sat on his desk. My skirt was short as hell so I KNOW he could see up it. And you know what he says?!"

Nicole stayed silent, knowing the answer was coming regardless of her response.

"He tells me to get down or he would double the required pages!" Lindsay exclaimed, "Like dude! People would pay to see what I got down there. Some actually do! Fuckin' douche."

"Did... Did she just admit to prostitution?" Nicole wondered.

Despite her harsh language, Lindsay's tone was still as cheerful as ever, like the whole concept was a funny joke. Nicole assumed Lindsay was in a similar boat to Anne, in that life just came easy for her. The main difference was that Anne was every teacher's favorite student regardless of how much skin she showed.

"Anyways, what do you got goin' on today?"

"Uh... nothing much, just uh... hanging out," Nicole replied, not expecting to get a word in to the chatty cheerleader.

"Ah, so you're just heading home? That explains why we're walking to the bus stop. Well your house is on my way home so I'll drop you off," Lindsay said, causing Nicole to do a double take.

"Wait... WHAT?!" thought Nicole, panicking, "Crap, what's a polite way to say I would rather play in traffic?"

A quick look at Lindsay's uniform gave her an idea.

"But uh... what about practice? Isn't that why you're wearing that?"

"HA, I wish. Naw, Dickson dragged me to detention before I could even step inside the gym. It was nice of him to wait outside the locker room before grabbing me though," joked Lindsay.

"Oh...," Nicole said, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Yeah, Jen's probably gonna bitch me out tomorrow morning, but it's not like it's my fault I'm lazy as shit," Lindsay said with another laugh.

The cheerleader led her out of the school and into the parking lot. Nicole wasn't surprised her quick scan of the mostly empty lot failed to find a certain black Mustang. Anne had probably been picked up as soon as cheer ended. Lindsay stopped next to a rundown old Porsche. It looked like it had been a pretty nice car twenty years earlier, but now the yellow paint was faded and covered with large rust spots.

"Here's my baby," Lindsay said, patting the dingy car, "Hop in!"

Nicole forced herself to comply, her aversion to conflict overwhelming her aversion to social interaction. Lindsay twisted the key in its port, the resulting sound reminding Nicole of a dying old man coughing up his lungs for the last time. On the road, Nicole gripped the seat tightly, Lindsay's driving skills leaving much to be desired as she weaved through neighborhoods like she was on a freeway. Lindsay's mouth moved as fast as her car as she chattered off a novel's worth of words a minute about anything and everything. Nicole tried to listen, but her constant bracing for an impact that never came distracted her. She caught a few tidbits like speculation on Mr. Dickson's sexuality, Lindsay's various allergies and something about how Anne owed her money.

"Hey, speaking of Anne..." Lindsay began.

"Here we go," Nicole thought, the inevitable moment finally arriving, "You want to get closer to Anne and incorrectly believe I can get you there. Well tough luck, I talk to her less than you do!"

"... she's been ditching our group a lot lately. Like, for a few months now. You know what's up?" Lindsay finished, looking at Nicole expectantly while still driving uncomfortably fast.

"Ok... not exactly what I expected but it still tracks," Nicole thought, "She wants info or dirt on her. Definitely not the first time for that either."

"Um, she's just been... hanging out with our brother."

"Oliver?"

"Y-yeah. They're very... uh... close."

"Hmmm," Lindsay hummed suspiciously, "That's what she said too. Well, if you're both saying it, no reason not to believe it!"

Nicole suppressed a sigh of relief.

"Speakin' of brothers, I'm takin' mine paintballing with his friends in a few hours. You wanna go?"

"M-Me? You mean m-me and Anne, right?"

"Naw, just you. We only have three guns. So only one spare and I don't feel like tradin' off every round."

"Wow, people don't usually go this far when they want something from me," Nicole thought, "No one's ever pretended to want to hang out just to get to Anne and Oliver."

"I-I'm really sorry but I..." she tried to think of a good excuse, "Need to do... my... laundry... tonight."

"..."

"Ok then," Lindsay said flatly, "Well, let me know if you change your mind. Anne should have my number if she hasn't blocked me again."

The pile of rust formerly known as a car pulled into Nicole's driveway and came to a jarring halt.

"See ya later Nikki!" Lindsay beamed as Nicole stepped out of her car, "It was fun talking to ya. We should hang out more often. Say hi to Anne for me!"

"O-ok, b-bye," Nicole replied, though there wasn't a chance Lindsay heard her as she peeled out of the driveway.

"..."

"What the hell was that?!" Nicole said aloud, standing dumbstruck in the driveway wondering if she had just been pranked somehow.

By the time she walked in the house, she was confused, stressed and tired. Based on the shoes at the front door, Anne and Oliver were home and no doubt elbow deep in each other with their parents still out. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the mood to spy that day.

She tossed her backpack against the wall of her room, grumbling about nothing in particular. She figured a few hours of shooting digital space bugs would lighten her mood and hopped into her desk chair. As she was about to hit the play button, she paused.

"Crap, forgot to check the cam," she thought, swapping the window to the webcam app, "This is so stupid. Why do I even do this?"

She haphazardly scrubbed through the footage, eager to get through her pointless ritual. Sunlight moving across the room, some dust catching the light, Anne and Oliver talking next to her bed, a bug landing on the camera, and absolutely nothing else of note.

She rolled her eyes. Boring as expected. She closed the window and moved to delete the file. Maybe it was time to retire this paranoid daily task. She right clicked the file and selected delete.

"Finally. Now let's kill some bugs!" she thought excitedly as she put on her heaphones.

"..."

"Wait... what was that third thing?"

She scrambled to close her current windows, trying to find the computer's recycle bin. She opened it and double clicked the most recently deleted video file, the newly opened window asking her if she wanted to restore the file. She screamed into her mouth in frustration, dragging the file to a random spot on the desktop and trying again, this time successfully.

She once again skimmed through the timeline to within an hour of her own arrival and found Anne and Oliver peeking through her door. Anne had a mischievous look on her face while Oliver looked more pensive.

"What could they possibly want in my room?" Nicole thought, her trembling hand moving the cursor to the play button.

"See?" Anne said, "She's not here."

"All the more reason we shouldn't be," replied Oliver.

"Oh don't be such a buzzkill," Anne said, stepping inside, "It'll be fun!"

Oliver followed her in, his eyes wandering around the unfamiliar territory.

"This is the best look I've ever gotten of this room" he mused, looking at the bare white walls, "Kinda sterile looking huh? We should get her some posters or something."

Anne nudged a heap of clothes on the floor with her foot, one of Nicole's "laundry piles" she told herself she would eventually get to.

"It could be more sterile," Anne said with a small grimace before flopping onto Nicole's bed.

Looking at one of the laundry piles, Oliver's eyes squinted as he spotted something familiar.

"Is... Is that my shirt?" Oliver asked, picking up one of Nicole's favorite sleep shirts, "Is that my sweater? Is that MY HOODIE?!"

"Huh, yeah looks like it," Anne said, uninterested.

"Oh my god, how much of my shit has she stolen?" Oliver asked, picking through various clothes strewn throughout Nicole's messy room.

"I dunno, probably less than me though," said Anne casually.

"WHAT?!" Oliver yelled, dropping Nicole's clothes to the floor.

"Your shirts are big and cozy. Sue me," Anne replied with a bored shrug.

"I thought they were getting lost in the laundry or something! Do you know how much money I've been spending on new clothes?"

"I've seen how you dress," Anne said, picking up a large, bright yellow t-shirt with a decade old internet meme on it, "However much you're spending, it isn't enough."

"Oh fuck you," Oliver pouted.

"Gladly!" Anne replied, tossing the shirt and hopping off the bed.

She skipped into Nicole's walk-in closet and looked around before turning back and grabbing the door.

"No peeking," Anne said in a sing-song voice, before shutting the door.

With the crappy desktop microphone, Nicole could barely make out the sounds of Anne rifling through her closet. Nicole's hands white knuckled her chairs armrests, fear overwhelming her. She prayed for the first time in her life that Anne wouldn't find the giant, Oliver shaped dildo she had hidden. Her prayer seemed to be answered when Anne emerged minutes later, sex toy free.

"So how do I look?"

"..."

"Like you're wearing Nicole's clothes," Oliver replied, grimacing and looking away.

He wasn't wrong. Anne was wearing an outfit that was a dead ringer for what Nicole typically called "fashion".

She wore an uncomfortably tight t-shirt in the ugliest shade of brown imaginable. With Anne's height, athletic build and large bust, the shirt that fit Nicole perfectly now looked like it was fighting for its life. It stretched tight across Anne's tits, the hem not even able to reach her naval. The dark grey jeans she wore had been sitting in the closet for years under the false assumption Nicole would grow into them. On Anne, however, they more closely resembled skinny jeans with how tight they were against her sculpted legs and round ass.

Over top was one of Nicole's trademark hoodies, unzipped. The same one, in fact, she had soaked with rain the first time she spied through Oliver's window, weeks earlier. It was a dark, grungy and all-around unfashionable look that suited Nicole perfectly.

So naturally, Anne pulled it off better than Nicole ever could. She looked like she was wearing a "Sexy Nicole" Halloween costume.

"So, you're saying I look as cute as her?" Anne prodded with a playful grin.

"Ugh," Oliver groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I really don't think I can do this."

"Would it help if I was wearing her glasses?" Anne replied, ignoring Oliver's discomfort.

She rifled through various drawers around the room until she found the case containing Nicole's spare glasses. Putting them on, she immediately wobbled around.

"Woah, her prescription is super heavy," Anne said, her eyes wide as they failed to adjust, "Is she just blind without these or something?"

"I don't think I've seen her without them since she was little," said Oliver.

"Alright, final verdict," Anne announced with her hands on her hips, presenting to Oliver, "Do I look as cute as Nicole?"

"I... uh... I don't know the answer to that," Oliver said with a pained expression.

"Wow, he can't even pretend I'm cute," Nicole thought bitterly.

Anne grabbed Oliver's hands and swung him onto the bed, causing it to creak loudly from the unfamiliar weight.

"Then let me help you decide," Anne said in a sultry voice, straddling his lap.

She tilted his head by his chin, her soft lips meeting his. Oliver's hands instinctively roamed his sister's body, gripping her round ass at strained against the denim. Her hips gyrated hypnotically, grinding deep into Oliver's crotch. He groaned into her mouth before pulling back.

"Stop. L-Let's go to your room," Oliver said meekly.

"No, we're staying right here," Anne replied, "You wanna know why?"

Nicole didn't hear her explanation. Anne leaned into Oliver's ear and whispered something that caused him to grimace. Anne took the moment to pull the shirt above her tits, letting them drop as soon as they left the tight hem. She grabbed her brothers hands and brought them to her soft breasts, encouraging him to play with them. After taking a moment to compose himself, Oliver complied and kissed his way down her chest until his lips wrapped around a taught nipple.

"Oooh," Anne moaned, as his tongue flicked across the sensitive skin.

Anne purred as he went back and forth, sucking each breast into his mouth. She shivered and ran her hands lovingly through his short hair as he kissed and sucked and licked her chest.

"You want more, don't you?" Anne asked before pecking his forehead, "That's fine. Take as much of me as you want, Ollie."

Oliver complied, standing up with Anne in his arms and tossed her belly down onto Nicole's bed. Nicole watched Anne subtly undo the painted on jeans, allowing Oliver to quickly yank them down his sister's long legs. He dove between them, moving her tiny panties out of the way and shoved his mouth into her drenched pussy.

"EEP!" Anne squealed into the blanket.

She squirmed around, but Oliver reached up and grabbed her arms, keeping her still as he licked between her wet folds. He continued for a few minutes, getting her sufficiently moist in preparation for his cock. Soon, he stood up, leaving Anne a panting mess, groaning in frustration from a denied orgasm. She didn't have to wait long as Oliver quickly shed his pants and underwear, his huge cock bouncing in frame.

Nicole felt ashamed of herself as, despite the situation, she couldn't help but drool over her brother's meat as he lined it up to her sister's waiting pussy.

"I-I'm ready, Ollie," Anne mumbled quietly, "You can p-put it in now..."

Oliver slowly and carefully entered her, as if he was somehow worried about hurting her. She groaned loudly as he sank deeper and deeper until his balls touched her quivering sex.

"O-OH! It's in OLLIE! It's all the way in!" Anne moaned.

He slid back out just as slowly, before thrusting deep and quick.

"OOOOOH" Anne moaned.

Something about how she moaned sounded different. It was normally more animated and pleasurable, akin to riding a rollercoaster. But as Oliver fucked her, she sounded more reserved. Like she was nervous or even in pain.

"She's acting so different..." Nicole thought, "She's acting so... timid."

Anne squeaked loudly as Oliver drove the entire length into her. She kept her head low, seeming to be deliberately avoiding eye contact, another stark difference to previous sessions. Suddenly, Nicole realized why her behavior seemed so familiar.

"SHE'S ACTING LIKE ME!" Nicole screamed mentally, "Why the heck would she... Is this a joke or something? Is she's pretending to be me to... mock me?!"

"S-sorry, could you go a b-bit slower," Anne stammered quietly in her best Nicole impression.

Oliver groaned and began fucking her harder, Anne emitting little yelps with every thrust.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, AAH!" Anne panted quietly under her brother's relentless assault of her pussy.

Oliver's gripped her hips tightly and pulled her ass up off the bed, giving him more leverage as he pounded into her.

As it went on, Anne acting ability began to suffer. Her moans grew louder and a grin couldn't help but break across her face every few seconds before she could correct herself. While trying very hard to maintain the illusion, she just couldn't help but enjoy herself being impaled on her brother's cock.

"ANGH! YES! HARDER! God yes! Fuck your little sister! You know you want to!" Anne yelled before a piercing scream left her lips.

She shook violently and squeezed the blanket like motorcycle handles, riding her orgasm for as long as it would take her. Oliver wasn't done though. He grunted and groaned, his cock pistoning in and out of Anne relentlessly. Something seemed to break inside him as he fucked Anne harder than Nicole had ever seen before. Even Anne began to wince slightly under the assault, but Oliver could only see the back of her head as he plowed her.

He was animalistic. Desperate to fill her with his cock and seed like his life depended on it.

"Aah... Ollie, slow... AAH... down," Anne whimpered, "Don't cum inside... MMH! I'm not on the pill!"

With how often Nicole had seen Anne get creampied without a word of complaint, she realized her sister was still trying to play her part. Oliver quickly pulled out and dragged Anne off the bed to her knees. Anne got to work, using both hands to pump his cock fast and hard over her eager face. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, looking up at him and giving her brother the perfect target.

"AAAH," Oliver groaned as he all his tension finally released.

Thick strands of cum shot out of his throbbing cock towards Anne's face. The first flew wide, landing across Nicole's bedsheets. Another hit her forehead, a third glob splattering across her nose and a fourth made a mess of Nicole's spare glasses. The load on her forehead slid down her brow into her eye, sealing it shut. Undeterred, Anne kept pumping more and more out, leaving her face a sticky white mess. The last of the torrent of semen slowly dripped out of the head, falling into her waiting mouth.

Her remaining eye looked up at him expectantly with a smile.

"Wow that was a lot! D-Did I do good Ollie?" she asked timidly.

Oliver panted, his heavy orgasm shaking it's toll, "Yeah, you did great Nic-"

Oliver seized up. His eyes went wide as he slowly looked down at Anne trying to clean the cum from the glasses. His eyes wandered to his cock, still slick with his sister's juices before darting around the room. He seemed panicked, like he realized where he was and what he'd just done.

"Get up, we need to go," he said.

"Aw c'mon, you don't wanna go one more-"

"GET UP! We're leaving!" he insisted, the panic in his voice rising.

"Alright, chill," Anne said, standing up, "Gimme a sec to change."

"Hurry!" Oliver urged as he pulled his pants back up.

Anne went back into the closet, leaving the door open as she stripped off what was left of her costume and put everything back where she found it. While she got dressed, Oliver busied himself putting Nicole's spare glasses back in the drawer before picking at the various piles of clothes for what used to be his, looking very jittery as he did so.

"Dude, put 'em back," said Anne, emerging from the closet.

"They're literally mine!"

"Not anymore. When she realizes they're gone, she'll start asking questions we can't answer. Do you want her to know we've been in here? Put. Them. Back."

Oliver dropped the shirts, his breathing approaching hyperventilating.

"Oh my god, why the fuck did we do this?! What if she finds out?!"

Anne reached out to his shoulder, "Ollie it's fine. She won't-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Oliver yelled, jumping away from her, "FUCK!"

Oliver stomped out of the room, Anne following close behind.

"Ollie!" Anne called after him, slamming the door closed as they left.

The mic could barely pick up the sound of muffled arguing and yelling, though any words were lost in the white noise.

Nicole paused the video and sat back in her chair. She looked at her bed, a conspicuous Ann-shaped indent still visible in the blanket. She looked at the drawer where her spare glasses sat, traces of semen likely still remaining no matter how well Anne cleaned them. She looked at the yellow shirt, sitting in the corner where Anne had thrown it.

"Huh..." Nicole said, her mind blank.

******

"Nicole! Dinner's ready!" called her dad from the bottom of the stairs.

Nicole blinked for the first time in what felt like hours. She looked at the clock in the corner of her monitor and confirmed it had indeed been four hours since she had gotten home and watched the video.

"..."

"Why? Why would they do that?" Nicole thought, not sure how she felt.

Was she angry? Turned on? Disgusted? All of the above or nothing at all? She had no idea. She wondered if her siblings were interested in her or they just thought it would be funny. Nicole's mind felt like the eye of the storm. Calm for now, but she knew the floodgates would break soon with a tsunami of emotions she wasn't prepared for.

"I'm also kinda worried about these blackouts I keep having, medically speaking," her logical side pointed out, only to be ignored by the rest of the hurricane in her head.

Rather than her usual anxiety, she was oddly tranquil on her way to dinner. No fear of judgement or thoughts of inadequacy. Just a pervasive stillness as she processed everything. Even her face was almost perfectly neutral, barring the subtle thousand-yard stare of someone who had seen too much.

She gathered her plate and sat quietly, ignoring the day's gossip from her parents. Instead, she observed her unusually reserved siblings, unable to even look at each other. Oliver looked like he was trying to hide some pretty strong feelings and doing a poor job of it. Anne, meanwhile, had the look of someone who was in trouble and knew it. She kept trying to initiate conversations with Oliver, but was stonewalled with one-word answers.

"Looks like Anne's in the doghouse," Nicole thought, with a feeling of satisfaction that surprised her.

Oliver aimlessly shuffled his food around his plate, occasionally grimacing or scowling, as if having flashes of something terrible. At one point, he glanced over at Nicole but quickly cringed hard, his eyes darting the other way.

"Wow, that... actually hurts," Nicole thought, "Am I really so disgusting that even Anne wearing my clothes grosses him out?"

"You guys ok?" their dad asked, finally noticing the tension in the room.

"Yeah, you've barely touched your food," their mom added.

Oliver's face darkened, glaring at an apparently loathsome piece of chicken on his plate.

"I'm fine," Oliver grumbled, leaving no room for discussion.

Anne subtly made the cut-it-out gesture, telling her parents to drop the topic. They looked at each other, shrugged and moved on.

"Why's Oliver acting like he's the victim?" Nicole thought, "He didn't seem all that mad when he and Anne were screwing on my bed!"

Nicole tried to suppress a snarl. She couldn't believe he had the gall. The whole thing was obviously Anne's idea, but there was Oliver acting like he wasn't even involved. Like he wasn't openly disgusted with the idea of being in her room. Like his cum wasn't soaked into Nicole's sheets.

"I can't even wash them without them knowing I know!" she seethed, "What absolute... JERKS!"

For once, her loathing wasn't pointed inward. For once, she felt she didn't deserve her current misery. For once, she wanted a bit of revenge.

And she had an idea on how to get it.

"Um... sorry to bother, but-" Nicole started, causing every eye in the room to shoot towards her as if the family dog just spoke for the first time.

Nicole cowered a bit under the attention, but kept going.

"I-I can't find one of my favorite shirts... I-It's yellow with a funny joke on the front. D-Did anyone h-happen to find it in the laundry?"

Immediately, Anne's face turned from shame to absolute fury directed straight at Oliver, who responded with a look that screamed "I DIDN'T DO IT!"

"I haven't seen it," their dad said.

"Me neither, but I'll keep an eye out for it next time I do mine," said Mom, "It might've been tossed in someone else's hamper.

"Y-Yeah... I'll let you know if I see it," Oliver said nervously.

"Thanks," Nicole muttered as she gathered up her plate and left the table, her job done.

With the pin pulled, she just needed to wait for the grenade to go off. In the solace of her room, she listened to her family move throughout the house to their various evening hobbies. Eventually, the heavy steps of Oliver and the angry stomps of Anne converged in Anne's room, shutting the door noticeably louder than normal.

"Wow, Anne's really mad," Nicole thought giddily.

"I didn't take it! You're the one who picked it up. Where'd you throw it?" she could hear Oliver as she passed by the door.

"Oh bullshit, don't fucking lie to m-" Anne snapped before Nicole could no longer hear them clearly.

Knowing either of them could storm out at any second, she decided the bathroom adjacent to Anne's room would be the safest place to eavesdrop from. Through the wall, she couldn't make out exactly what was said, but could still hear the rumbling of angry voices. They were trying not to yell, but they were definitely getting louder than they should with the sensitivity of the subject matter. Anne said something in an accusatory tone. Oliver defended himself before turning the argument back on Anne. Anne arguing back. Oliver cutting her off. Each of them trying to talk over the other.

Nicole didn't need to hear it to know exactly what was being said. She tried to stifle her laughter as her siblings went at each other, the argument getting more and more heated. Soon, Oliver threw open the door before slamming it, doing the same with his own door a few moments later.

"Serves them right!" Nicole thought, pumping her fist.

This was a new feeling. Nicole was so used to being at the bottom, she had never really gotten the chance to beat someone, even if the other teams didn't know she was a player. It felt great to finally be above her perfect siblings in some small way, if only for however long it takes them to make up.

Her feeling of triumph lasted a full seventeen seconds before it dropped dead. Heading back to base, she heard something as she passed Anne's door. A soft whimpering emanated through the thin wood. Getting closer, she could hear Anne's muffled sobbing, likely into a pillow.

"They... They ARE going to make up... right?"

*******

Nicole was angry. Livid even. It had been a week since "The Incident", and still, nothing had been resolved. The only words between her siblings were unspoken through constant death glares anytime they were in the same room. Anne was even sharing the bus home with Nicole when she was unable to procure a ride from her friends, unwilling to even be in the same car as their brother. Nicole had to resort to hiding in the back just to avoid her.

It goes without saying Anne and Oliver didn't so much as hold hands, let alone engage in their usual activities. That left both of them, as well as Nicole, without their most common form of stress relief. Nicole stewed in her misery as Mr. Dickson rattled on about something Greek-adjacent, running out the clock until lunch.

With how suffocating the tension in the house was, Nicole was actually glad to be in school for once. Class allowed her a brief distraction from the stress at home, to the point she was actually beginning to get into the lessons being taught. The wars between kings across the Mediterranean made her problems seem petty and minor. With how closely she was paying attention, maybe she would actually be prepared for the next test instead of having to wing it?

"When's Hercules gonna show up?" she wondered.

At the vey least, she was confident she would do better than the boy sitting in front of her, whose chair she kept kicking to wake him up anytime Mr. Dickson looked in their direction. She couldn't remember a time he was awake through a full period. His head shot up like a rocket when the bell rang.

"Oh thank God," Nicole thought, gathering her things, "I couldn't pretend to care much longer."

Nicole was out the door in a flash, going nowhere as fast as she could. Lunch just meant more empty time to think of how badly she messed up. Her mind flashed through various topics, trying to find a new reason to be angry. Anne sarcastically calling Nicole cute, stealing her clothes and coercing Oliver into her bed. Oliver for going along with it and his disgust at the very thought of Nicole. And both of them for having the audacity to make her feel bad for getting perfectly justifiable revenge, whether they knew it or not.

For the first time, Nicole came out on top and still felt just as low as ever.

She broke out of her funk for a moment when she became aware of someone on her right keeping pace with her. Nicole looked up, following the flawless legs up to a short skirt, flat stomach, perky breasts under a tank top, and finally, a grinning face staring directly into Nicole's soul.

"GAH!" Nicole jumped back.

"Hey Nikki! What's goin' on?" Lindsay asked happily.

"H-hey Lindsay... uh... just going to l-lunch," Nicole stammered, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Perfect, let's go!" Lindsay said, walking ahead of Nicole.

"She doesn't expect me to follow her... right?" Nicole wondered.

Lindsay turned to look at Nicole before beckoning her to hurry up.

"Crap."

Nicole wondered what Lindsay could possibly want. For days since their joyride, Lindsay had been pestering Nicole anytime their eyes met, and with the statistically improbable number of classes they had together, Nicole couldn't go a day without Lindsay's constant prattling.

"So were ya planning on eatin'?" Lindsay asked.

"The uh... the bathroom," Nicole admitted shamefully, unable to come up with a less embarrassing lie.

With the frigid drizzle currently soaking the school, even she couldn't stand her favorite lunch spot at the moment.

Lindsay's eye twitched for a moment, though her grin never faltered.

"Ok well you aren't eating there today," said Lindsay, leaving no room for discussion.

"A-Are we going to the cafeteria?" Nicole asked, the thought of the crowded lunchroom already suffocating.

"Nah, I'm trying to avoid A-" Lindsay said before correcting herself, "I'm avoiding someone, so I was just gonna head to somewhere a bit more private."

"Was she about to say Anne?" Nicole wondered.

The cheerleader led them to a quiet corner of the school where the pair walked up to a classroom door. From the tiny window, the lights seemed to be out with no one inside. Lindsay produced a small key and inserted it. A perfect fit.

Lindsay answered the question written on Nicole's face with a smirk, "I payed attention to which key on the janitors' keyrings went to what door. After 'distracting' one of them, I swiped the one to this room and made a copy before he noticed it was gone."

Lindsay noted the look on Nicole's face and added, "Oh relax, I just 'accidently' flashed under my skirt and grabbed 'em when he politely looked away. I do have some standards."

"O-Oh that's... that's really clever actually," Nicole said, impressed someone could be as sneaky as her.

"Thanks! I try sometimes."

Nicole followed her into the classroom, noting the complete lack of furniture beyond a few chairs and a bare teacher's desk in the back. A thin layer of dust coated the few surfaces the room had. It seemed no one had used the room in quite a while. Nicole pulled the door shut behind them, not wanting to get in trouble for trespassing. Thankfully there was enough light from the window to allow them to see without turning on the fluorescents.

"Pull up a chair," Lindsay said, sitting in one of the only two chairs in the room. Both were the comfortable office chairs the teachers used. Nicole tentatively sat next to the cheerleader and sat her lunch on the desk.

"This room's been empty for a few years," explained Lindsay, ripping open a bag of chips, "With that new high school opening when we were freshmen, the school's population dropped enough to have a few empty classrooms. This is the only one that isn't crammed full of excess desks and shit. I like to use it as a private getaway when I don't feel like dealing with people for a while."

Nicole took a bite of her tasteless sandwich, eagerly listening.

"No offence but you looked like you needed to be as far from other people as possible right now," Lindsay said to Nicole, "That RBF you got goin' on was burning a hole in the back of Scott's head during class. If he was ever awake enough to notice, he'd have wondered what he did to piss you off!"

Lindsay cackled. The Scott she was referring to was the perpetually sleepy boy sitting in front of Nicole in History. Nicole blushed, not realizing she had been daydreaming. She wrote off any prior hopes of getting ahead in class.

"RBF?" asked Nicole.

"Resting Bitch Face," Lindsay clarified with a giggle, "And judging by how a particularly nasty case of it seems to be goin' around your family right now, I'd imagine it has somethin' to do with Anne and Ollie."

Nicole floundered in her attempts to come up with a convincing lie, failing miserably as usual.

"Y-Yeah," she admitted quietly.

"You wanna talk about it? I doubt they're in a listenin' mood with how snappy Anne's been."

Nicole sighed. As much as every neuron in her brain screamed to keep her mouth shut, she was feeling too overwhelmed to handle it alone.

"T-They... They did something really mean to me," Nicole said quietly, trying to be vague.

Instantly, the bubbly, laid back cheerleader Nicole had been talking to was gone, replaced by an embodiment of pure rage. Lindsay's glare alone could win wars by immediate, unconditional surrender. Even knowing full well it wasn't directed at her, Nicole still cowered at the sight. Lindsay took a deep breath to calm herself.

"What did they do?" she growled.

"I-I can't say," Nicole replied, "I'm sorry. It's... It's really private."

"Did they maybe... hurt you at all?" Lindsay probed.

"N-NO! GOD NO!" Nicole yelled quickly, realizing how much worse she was making their actions sound, "They would never! They just... they went through my room while I was out. They did... something while they were in there and now..."

Nicole grimaced.

"Oliver didn't want to, but Anne convinced him."

"Ok... that's still a total dick move but definitely forgivable. I assume you found out when one of them apologized or something?"

"N-No. They still don't know that I know. I uh... have a webcam recording my room when I'm out."

"Aw, I see," Lindsay said, resting her chin on her hand in thought, "Well that explains why you're pissed. Totally valid reason by the way. Fuck those guys. But then why's Anne in such a bitchy mood? She doesn't know that you know, right?"

"I... I kinda got a bit of revenge. I made Anne think Oliver did something that would tip me off that they were in my room. It worked... a bit too well. With Oliver already annoyed, they had a big fight and haven't talked to each other in days. Now I'm freaking out because they used to be so close and I ruined it!"

"..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Lindsay laughed loudly, "OH MY GOD! THAT'S HILARIOUS! I never would have thought you had it in ya! Good job!"

"W-What?"

"Nikki, you didn't do a damn thing wrong. If anythin', you did it better than even I could've! Getting the perfect revenge without them even knowing they got played?! Fuckin' bravo!"

"B-But I ruined-" Nicole started.

"You didn't ruin shit Nikki. They ruined themselves by being morons. Especially Anne. God knows how damn impulsive that dipshit is."

"I-I thought you guys were friends?" Nicole asked.

"We are. That's why I know how fuckin' stupid she can be sometimes."

"S-So what do I do?!" Nicole asked, panicking, "Even if it's mostly their fault, I don't want them to hate each other! You said you had a brother, right? What do you do when he pisses you off?"

"HA! Sorry Nikki, can't help ya there. All I got is a 12-year-old stepbrother who worships the ground I walk on. If he ever annoys me, I just have to frown even the slightest bit and he's practically beggin' for forgiveness."

Lindsay's smile grew warmer.

"Honestly, he's great. I love hangin' out with the little shit."

"Right, you said you went paintballing with him the other day," remembered Nicole.

"Yeah, it's the only way to get him off his tablet and out of the house."

Lindsay sighed as her features softened.

"Alright, listen. They may be jackasses in this specific case, but most of the time those two are pretty nice. I'm sure if you just talked to 'em and cleared it up, they'll probably make up pretty quick. Plus, you'll get the apology those assholes absolutely owe you."

"Ugh," Nicole groaned.

Lindsay was probably right. The only issue was she didn't know the full story. It wasn't as simple as saying 'don't go in my room anymore'. She would also have to admit she knew about everything they'd been doing.

"I don't think can do that... not yet at least."

"That's fine. Do it whenever you're ready," reassured Lindsay, gently laying her hand on Nicole's shoulder.

Nicole flinched but forced herself to ignore it. Lindsay was trying to be nice. No need to ruin it.

"Th-Thanks Lindsay, I appreciate it."

"No prob. Glad you're feelin' better. And hey, if you wanna avoid home right now, we can hang out at my place for a bit. As long as you don't mind my brother beggin' ya to play video games with him!"

"That... that actually sounds like fun," Nicole admitted, "Ok sure."

"Perfect!" Lindsay said, excited, "Meet me at my car in the southeast parking lot after school. You know which one I'm in."

Nicole couldn't remember the last time she went to someone else's house, but with the pressure at home palpable even from her room, she needed the escape.

They spent the rest of lunch talking about various topics, from Lindsay's car to the few interests Nicole had. Lindsay was so easy to talk to, even her small barbs and jokes felt good natured. Nicole was surprised how disappointed she was when the bell rang.

"Welp, that's all the time we have. Listen, I'm usually with Anne and everyone else for lunch but you can come here whenever you want," Lindsay said, producing a second key and handing it to Nicole.

"W-Wow! Thanks Lindsay!" Nicole said, happy to not have to eat in a bathroom anymore.

"No prob Nikki," Lindsay said walking out of the room, "See ya after school!"

Nicole followed Lindsay out of the room and waved good bye to her new... friend.

"Oh my god... do I actually have a friend?" Nicole thought in disbelief.

She continued on to her next class with the world's smallest skip in her step. The crowd flowing through the hall felt just a little bit less suffocating.

*******

"See ya Nikki!" Lindsay yelled from the driver's seat of her car, "Watch out for any of Anne's bitch fits. There's a splash zone!"

"Th-Thanks, I'll try," Nicole replied, still finding it uncomfortable to say anything mean about her sister, "Bye Lindsay."

Lindsay peeled out of the driveway, leaving Nicole alone in the quiet darkness in front of her house. She smiled, still riding the high of hanging out with a friend for the first time in as long as she could remember. She was exhausted, having been run ragged by Lindsay. But for once it was a good kind of exhausted. The kind in which she was excited to do it again.

They had spent an hour driving around after school, talking about anything and everything. Eventually, the pair moved to Lindsay's home where Nicole was introduced to Lindsay's favorite little terror.

Lindsay's stepbrother was an absolute delight as he showed his sister's new friend his favorite video games. Nicole was lucky to either play or know about most of them herself, instantly endearing her to Lindsay's energetic sibling. They hung out long into the evening. By the Lindsay dropped her off, the sun had been missing for hours.

"Apparently, I'm good with kids. Neat!" she thought happily as she opened the door to a dark house.

The rest of the family had seemingly gone to bed, with the exception of Oliver, who's Mustang was conspicuously absent from the driveway.

"Works for me. I'm kinda hungry."

She went to the kitchen to make a snack, leaving the lights off to not draw attention from any late-night snoopers like herself. She was rather good at working with zero visibility as she gathered the utensils and ingredients from memory.

"Wouldn't it be great if I had a skill set that was actually useful?" she lamented, "Instead, my only career option is the world's stealthiest gaming shut-in. Well, there's probably a stealthier one, but they haven't found 'em ye-"

CLICK

She froze, a noise interrupting her inane monologue. The front door had just unlocked, followed by what sounded like Oliver and Anne entering the house. With the lights out, they didn't notice Nicole standing down the hall, watching them from the kitchen. She didn't move, waiting for them to head upstairs.

"Oh, so Anne was out with him? Did they already make up?" Nicole wondered, listening to her siblings whispering and shushing each other like kids stealing from the cookie jar.

She felt relief, seeing their silhouettes getting just as handsy as always. Oliver 's hand moved to Anne's breast, though she quickly swatted it away. In the darkness, Nicole marveled at how much Oliver towered over Anne. Nicole could have sworn they were closer in height.

"Something's... off," thought Nicole, as Oliver led Anne upstairs.

Waiting for Oliver's door to close, Nicole followed the pair up the stairs, sneaking to her room. Inside, she quickly put on her spy outfit and climbed out the window. After carefully creeping along the thankfully dry roof to Oliver's window, she peeked inside.

"Who the heck is that?" Nicole wondered, staring at the tiny librarian looking girl Oliver was making out with.

Whoever she was, she sure as hell wasn't Anne. Or his girlfriend Lana for that matter from what Nicole could remember about her appearance.

Frumpy. That was the best word Nicole could think of to describe whoever was substituting for Anne. She wore a thin sweater over a formal blouse, tucked neatly into a smooth skirt Nicole could swear her grandmother wore to church at least twice. Even her glasses were old cat-eyed frames, though not to a cartoonish degree. The only saving grace was her dark stockings that complimented what little of her legs that showed.

Spattering her face were a constellation of freckles, framed by thick, curly hair that Oliver kept needing to brush away from their lips. While she paled in comparison to her sister, Nicole had to admit she had a rather endearing girl-next-door vibe.

"Wait a sec... Short, glasses, freckles, curly hair, boring fashion sense?" Nicole thought, adjusting her glasses as she inspected the girl more closely, "Why does that sound familiar?"

"..."

Nicole snapped her fingers.

"Right! She was on the student council last year! Au-something... Audrey maybe?"

While student council elections were mostly just popularity contests, Audrey had been one of the few appointments based on merit, being the treasurer. From the rumors Nicole overheard, a decent chunk of the previous student council resigned due to a "misunderstanding" involving a five-person orgy in a supply closet. Audrey had apparently been left out of the fun, seeing as she was appointed president for the rest of the year before graduating with Oliver.

Despite her accolades, Nicole was still rather confused as to why she was sitting on Oliver's bed, tongue deep in his mouth. Nicole had to admit, Oliver was out of Audrey's league. She was in no way ugly, to the point Nicole admitted she was somewhat cute. But considering Oliver could have any girl choking on his cock with the snap of his fingers, she knew he could do better than "somewhat cute".

With Audrey spaced out as she made out with him, Oliver once again tried to cop a feel of her chest. Her eyes shot open and she looked around warily, unsure how to respond. She forced herself to close her eyes and get back into it, allowing Oliver free reign of her body. He fondled her breast through her clothes, causing her to squirm in his arms.

Oliver pulled away and told Audrey something. She hesitated for only a moment before lifting her arms high. Oliver pulled her sweater up and off before immediately getting to work on the buttons on her blouse. He showed his experience in undressing girls by having it fully unbuttoned in only a few seconds. Pulling the tight blouse open, Oliver whispered something in her ear causing Audrey to bite her lip bashfully.

"She's a virgin," Nicole realized on an instinctive level.

Oliver's hand probed into her open shirt, caressing the bare skin inside. He leaned into her lips once more as she shrugged the fabric off her body. Nicole noted the differences between Audrey and her sister. While Audrey was in no way chubby or even pudgy, she certainly wasn't the lean, fit goddess Anne was. Nicole decided Audrey could best be described as "pleasantly soft".

Her modest breasts looked constricted inside of the old-fashioned bra they were restrained by. Oliver helped her out by quickly undoing the claps and pulling it from her. Audrey shyly covered herself, evidently not used to being topless in front of a boy, but Oliver gently but firmly moved her arms to the side to admire her with an approving smile. She had firm, perky breasts that were the exact middle ground between Anne and Nicole in terms of scale.

Oliver cupped each tit in his hands, gently flicking the dime sized nipples causing Audrey to purse her lips, suppressing a noise. With a few silent words from Oliver, Audrey giggled into her hand, breaking the tension Nicole could feel from outside the window. His lips pressed against hers once more as he pushed her down on the bed. Her small, soft body was easily dwarfed by Oliver's bulk.

Apparently, a large boy looming over her half naked body was a bit distressing for her, evident by her eyes darting around in a panic. Oliver stroked her hair soothingly.

"Relax," Oliver's lips clearly said with a gentle smile, settling Audrey's nerves a bit.

He planted one more kiss on her before grabbing the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling it down. Audrey lifted her butt up slightly, allowing him to pull it off in one motion leaving her fully nude in his bed. He stroked her thigh as he admired her body. Audrey stared into his eyes, looking for his approval and slightly smiled when she found it. With Oliver still fully clothed, Nicole couldn't imagine how vulnerable the tiny girl must have felt.

She jumped as Oliver's fingers trailed slightly too close to her surprisingly shaved pussy. With how old fashioned she seemed to dress, Nicole had been expecting something out of a 70s porno. Instead, her puffy, bare lips looked incredibly inviting to Nicole. Oliver seemed to agree as his fingers lightly stroked the outer layer, Audrey sucking in her breath in response.

He delicately pried the nervous girl's legs apart and positioned himself between them. His mouth kissed its way up her thigh before reaching her pussy. From Nicole's poor angle, it looked to be an adorable looking innie. Oliver gently spread her lips wide and ran his tongue up the length of her snatch. Audrey's head fell back into the pillow as she suppressed a yelp.

Getting to work, Oliver dove in, his head bobbing back and forth between her thighs. While his head was mostly obstructed by Audrey's curvy legs, Nicole didn't have to imagine too hard what her brother was doing to the mousy cutie. Oliver brought his hand up to her pussy, and Nicole saw him insert two fingers into her dripping hole when she bucked against his tongue.

His arm moved back and forth slowly, easing her into the rhythm. Nicole worried Audrey might smother herself as she gripped her mouth tight with both hands to suppress her lustful moans. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled as her breathing became more and more erratic. Oliver paid her no mind as he focused on his task, licking her clit fervently.

"AAANGH!!!" Audrey screamed loud enough that even Nicole could hear from outside.

Instantly, she had three hands on her mouth. Two of her own and one from a wide-eyed Oliver. They stared at each-other, motionless with Oliver's fingers deep inside her. Despite the shock, Audrey began to shake uncontrollably as an orgasm washed over her. Nicole saw Oliver move his fingers a bit to help her along, apparently over her outburst.

Audrey fell limp onto the bed, removing her hands from her face, Oliver doing the same when he was sure she was done.

"I'm so sorry," Audrey's lips said repeatedly, her eyes still closed.

"It's fine," were the only words Nicole was able to recognize from Oliver's longer response.

At some point he must have asked a question, Audrey nodding nervously in response. Oliver sat up against the headboard and slowly pulled her hand towards his belt. She got the message and began undoing his jeans, carefully, like she were opening up a bomb's casing. With the flaps open she pulled his underwear down, revealing what could have been the first cock she had ever seen in person if her saucer-like eyes were anything to go by.

She looked back and forth between his face and prick, not sure where to start. Oliver said nothing beyond a silent command with a nod of his head. Audrey put her hand to her sternum, feeling her heart beating out of her chest as she steadied her breathing. She breathed in deeply through her nose and out her puckered lips before finally lowering herself to Oliver's lap.

She inspected it curiously, her head cocked to the side as if finding something unexpected. Her delicate hands took hold of the large cock, pulling at the foreskin gently. She looked up at Oliver who simply smiled down at her. Emboldened, Audrey stuck her tongue out and licked the head and didn't seem to find the taste unpleasant.

With a nervous gulp, Audrey opened her mouth wide and wrapped it over the swollen head. Oliver sighed, resting a hand on the back of her head. She sucked on it for a bit, trying to understand the logistics, before she got into it. She slid the cock back and forth into her mouth, causing Oliver to throw his head back and groan. Encouraged by his pleasure, she sped up, her hand's tentatively gripping his shaft and balls.

"Wow! If this is her first time, she's a quick learner," Nicole thought, her hand unconsciously rubbing her breast.

The large cock looked obscene going in and out of Audrey's innocent face. She got more and more excited, bobbing deeper and deeper. She came back up for air, her eyes now filled with lust as she rested the cock on her outstretched tongue. After some instruction from Oliver, her hand stroked his cock rapidly. From the look on Audrey's face, she was willing to do anything Nicole's brother told her to without a second thought.

Oliver's hand rested on her head and with a few words, she took the swollen cock back into her mouth. He pressed her head down deep and the two siblings watched his cock disappear inch by inch into her mouth. She took it well at first, her tongue darting out the underside of the cock, trying her best to continue to pleasure him. That didn't last however as she soon tapped his leg for air. He allowed her up and she took ragged, deep breaths before diving back down, desperate for cock more than oxygen.

The siblings watched her lick the underside from base to tip, covering her chin with accumulated saliva which dripped down onto her naked breasts. The prudish girl at the top of the Dean's List was gone, fully replaced by a cock-hungry slut Nicole never could have imagined.

"Good girl," Oliver's lips said as he petted her head.

Audrey gave a drunken smile, absolutely nothing going on behind her once intelligent eyes. She was like putty in Oliver's hands as he laid her on her back. He whispered something into her ear, causing her to smile excitedly and begin rubbing her pussy as he rummaged through his nightstand drawer for a moment.

Nicole found it rather chivalrous when Oliver produced a condom from the drawer and quickly slipped it on his cock that was begging for release. With how zoned out Audrey was, he could have done anything to the newly awakened nymph and she would have taken it with a smile on her spit-soaked face.

"Didn't he have a latex allergy?" Nicole wondered, "Is that latex free or did I just guess wrong?"

Upon seeing Oliver's wrapped dick approaching, Audrey breath quickened as she bit her lip. Nicole tried to imagine what was going through her mind. The star student finally about to lose her virginity to Oliver, the king of her high school. She probably had a crush on him for as long as they were in school. Most girls did. That moment had to be a dream come true.

"God I'm so jealous," Nicole thought as her hand slipped into her black sweats.

Oliver spread her legs obscenely wide, forcing her to show every inch of her body. She stared in anticipation as he place his cockhead at her entrance. Oliver paused, rubbing his head along her pussy, and asked her something. Audrey answered with a furious nodding of her head, her hands spreading her pussy lips wide as she invited him to be the first to enter her.

Audrey's entire body seized as his cock breached her small opening. She panted hard, trying to work through the unexpected pain. Oliver went slow, giving her a few seconds to adjust with every inch. With how many inches he had available, it took quite a while to finally bottom out. Audrey was gritting her teeth hard, squeezing Oliver's biceps as hard as she could.

Oliver asked her something, receiving a rapid nodding in response. He pulled back, the condom drenched in pussy juice, before sliding back in a bit quicker. Audrey slowly acclimated to the monster cock invading as she tried to grind his cock deeper and deeper. Oliver gladly sped up, happy to give her everything she was willing to take.

She looked so small beneath Oliver. With Oliver's strong arms holding her legs open, she looked completely helpless. Her entire body jerked hard with every thrust, her tits bouncing across her chest. She screamed into her hand. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled. Her body shook. Oliver had once again made her cum, this time even harder than before.

He still wasn't finished, slowing only a bit to allow her a chance to ride out her orgasm. With another deep push, he began fucking her fast and hard. Even from outside the window, Nicole felt the faint thumping of the bed as it pounded against the wall. Oliver leaned down and sucked one of her breasts into her mouth, causing Audrey to tense and moan into her sealed lips.

Oliver stopped, Audrey's eyes going wide at the sudden roadblock to her next orgasm. His mouth moved as he stroked her cheek, telling her something Nicole would have paid anything to be able to hear. Especially if he was saying it to her personally, whatever it may have been. Audrey nodded and Oliver pulled his dripping cock from her deflowered pussy.

He pulled Audrey to her knees and fell on his back where she had been. Audrey's legs shook, numb from the rough sex she had instantly become addicted to. She unsteadily swung her leg over him, mounting him cowgirl style, Oliver holding her hands to help keep her balance. Once his new toy was in place, Oliver put his hands behind his head and grinned.

"Go."

The single word on his lips were easy to read in more ways than one. Oliver had total control over Audrey and he was about to take full advantage. Nicole knew if she were in Audrey's position, she would give him anything and everything she had to offer. Every neuron in in her brain screamed with envy and lust, desperate to switch places with the sex drunk bookworm about to ride her brother.

Audrey obediently reached between her legs and grabbed his swollen member, lining it up with her hole and sinking it deep into her, swinging her head with a hopefully silent moan. After taking a second to remember who she was and what she was doing, Audrey began rocking back and forth in his lap, grinding his cock into her stuffed pussy.

As she picked up speed, she started hopping in place, driving it deeper and harder into her. Audrey seemed to like the control as she bounced around in his lap. Oliver's hands moved from their resting place and slid up her sides, causing her to shudder. She allowed them to roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her sweat soaked skin. His hands found her bouncing tits, giving them a light squeeze.

His right hand moved further up and gently caressed her face. His left had more devious plans as he gripped her ass hard. Oliver's thumb entered her mouth, spreading it into a large half smile as her tongue fell out lewdly. Despite her own complete lack of experience, even Nicole could read his body language like a children's book. He was claiming her as his own, and she eagerly accepted.

"Faster," he said simply.

Audrey complied.

"Faster," he ordered again.

Despite being fueled almost exclusively by lust at that point, Audrey still struggled to take his cock too hard. Still, she persevered, his command superseding any logical thought in her mind. Her ass shook as she clapped down own his cock, over and over. Nicole expected their parents to break down the door and tell them to shut up at any second. Her lips clamped down on his thumb, her base instinct taking over from what was left of her brain.

Still not fast enough, Oliver began thrusting up into her, his hands moving to her hips and pulling her down to meet him. Aubrey's eyes rolled back as she bit her lips, every ounce of willpower trying to suppress a scream as her orgasm finally arrived. Her toes curled in delight as she shook violently, giving her body a pleasant jiggle that Nicole appreciated. As her orgasm subsided, so too did her mind.

Audrey went limp, Oliver barely managing to grab her shoulders before she knocked his teeth out with a headbutt. He gently laid her down across his chest as he redoubled his efforts, thrusting up into her abused pussy. He gripped her ass hard, lifting it up and pulling her down like a moaning sex doll. Finally, after constant stimulation for the better part of an hour, Oliver finished. Even from her perch, Nicole clearly saw his cock jerk hard inside her, spewing large bursts of semen into the condom with every twitch.

As it deflated, Oliver's cock flopped from her swollen pussy, the condom's tip absolutely filled with his wasted seed. Nicole knew that if she were in Audrey's position, she would have let him go bareback. In fact, there was little Nicole wouldn't let her brother do to her in that impossible scenario that had captivated her mind for weeks.

Audrey's mouth locked with his, more tenderly than sexual. It was an act that conveyed her thanks clearly, even to Nicole. Oliver had made her first time a magical experience and she wanted him to know it. As she kissed him, Oliver peeled off the pussy soaked condom, tied it off and tossed it in the garbage on the far side of the room without even looking. He once again clearly illustrated this was nowhere near the first girl he'd brought home.

"God, I wish I were one of them."

Nicole crept back across the roof to her room, not in the mood to watch their post-coital pillow talk.

Nicole's feelings were mixed. While the show didn't have the same edge to it as when Oliver was with their sister, she still found it incredibly sexy to watch Audrey give her virginity to her brother. Something she could (and absolutely would) only dream of. She felt an odd sense of pride in her brother at making Audrey's first time such a wonderful experience for her. While she didn't know her well, Nicole remembered Audrey as kind and hardworking. If anyone deserved a beautiful memory like that, it was her.

On the other hand, beyond the obvious sense of jealously, a creeping dread snuck up on Nicole.

"Does this mean he's already moved on from Anne? Or were they ever exclusive in the first place?" she wondered, remembering that he technically still had a girlfriend.

She took a moment to think of poor Lana, who was being ignored by all parties involved. As much as she held her brother on a pedestal, Nicole had to admit; Oliver was a terrible boyfriend.

So far, Anne and Oliver had shown no signs of making up, and with how easy it was for them to find replacements, they had less and less reasons to reconcile by the day. At any point, Oliver could decide to get his own apartment or move into the college's dorm, killing any chance of a reunion.

A fresh wave of guilt and fear gripped her. She couldn't handle it if her sibling's relationship was permanently severed due to her petty lie. She had to fix it.

"All I have to do is explain what happened, clear everything up."

"Which is literally impossible without telling them you know about their secret," her logical side added.

"It's worth it... I hope."

She thought of a plan of attack. If they were together and arguing, she could swoop in and come clean. Any anger they had towards each other would be redirected towards her, keeping them from trying to twist it back towards one another. As much as it would hurt to have them hate her, she knew it would be better than the alternative. She just needed to wait for an opportunity.

Or, more accurately, any excuse to stall the inevitable.

*******

That opportunity came just a few weeks later, late at night, when she heard a familiar creak in the hall. She sat up in her bed and listened closely. Anne's light frame tiptoed across the carpet, ceasing just outside of Oliver's room. With a barely perceptible knock, Oliver's door groaned as she was let in. Nicole knew this was her best chance.

"They're both together! Finally! Ok so they probably haven't made up yet, so they'll likely just be talking right now. I'll just go over there, interrupt and..."

She sighed.

"... tell them everything."

She paced around her room, trying to psych herself up. Talking to her siblings was already painful enough. Now, not only would she be initiating the conversation, she would also be initiating the worst conversation of her life. Explaining to them their biggest secret was her favorite masturbation fantasy.

"Maybe I could just... leave that part out?" she tried to reason, "I can just say I spied on them and caused their fight. No need to complicate things any more than they already are."

She breathed deeply to prevent herself from hyperventilating.

"ALRIGHT!" she said to herself, "Let's just go, right now!"

Forcing her feet to move, she power walked down the hall before she could lose her nerve. Knowing any obstacle, no matter how small, would give her the excuse to back down, she didn't bother knocking as she swung open Oliver's door.

"Um, s-sorry to bother but I really n-need to talk to-," Nicole started before her brain caught up with her eyes.

Anne was on her knees, stark naked between Oliver's legs. Oliver was sitting in his office chair, looking at Nicole with a face of pure, unmitigated, horror. She couldn't see Anne's expression, but it wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking.

Five seconds felt like an eternity.

"OH... I uh... I'm sorry! I-I-I'LL COMEBACKLATER!" Nicole quickly squeaked out before slamming the door and rushing back to her room.

Once she was back inside the only place she felt safe, she slid to the ground against her door. Her hands grabbed large clumps of her hair and pulled just hard enough to not yank any out. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breath came in short, violent gasps.

"You know what? Never mind!" Nicole thought, staring manically at nothing, "I don't need to talk to them about it! Or anything! Ever again!"

*******

Anne stared up at her brother, his cock still in her mouth, not daring to move. Oliver stared back; his eyes as wide as his gaping jaw. They heard their sister rush down the hall and slam the door to her bedroom.

Time stood still.

"Do... do you think she knew it was you?" Oliver asked hopefully, breaking the silence.

Anne shot off her brother's cock like a rocket.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," she muttered to herself, pacing back and forth.

"I mean like... she only saw you from behind. She probably thinks you're just some random girl, right?" Oliver continued, trying to convince himself more than his panicking sister.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!" Anne rattled off, barely keeping the rest of the house from hearing her panic attack.

"She's not going to tell anyone, right?" asked Oliver, panic in his voice.

"Of course she's not going to tell anyone!" Anne said sharply as she rounded on her brother, "Who the fuck is she gonna tell?! All those friends she doesn't have?!"

"Ok so... it's not that bad then?" Oliver said, failing miserably to calm his sister down.

"YES, IT IS THAT BAD DIPSHIT!" Anne whisper-yelled, "Our anti-social, clinically fucking depressed, shut-in sister now has to process the fact her siblings are FUCKING EACH OTHER!"

"Oh. OH FUCK!" Oliver exclaimed as his sisters' words sunk in.

"I'm half expecting to find her with a noose around her neck anytime I go to her room and now she has to deal with this shit?!" Ann said as she held her hands to her temples, "CAN she even deal with something like this?! Christ, she can't even talk to mom about her day without looking like she's about to cry!"

Oliver's voice was nothing but pure panic, "Oh my god, we fucked up so bad!"

Anne was shaking as she choked back sobs.

"What the hell do we do?"